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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 00:28:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Dare I say, it&apos;s been long since I&apos;ve last been on. Sorry about that. I just lately remembered I had a livejournal account. So, how is everyone? Argh, I think I&apos;ve matured a lot since the last time I&apos;ve been on LJ. My decision on this was start somewhat anew. I&apos;ve cleaned up a bit on my entries, so I&apos;ll be updating a lot! I&apos;d hate to say that I was bored with LJ that I went to FanFic. Which I STILL LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still adore PoT, but found a new calling. ( Or seven. ) But I&apos;ve been recently obsessed with Naruto writing. So I&apos;ll give you a sample of my writing. SasuxSaku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Fall For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: K+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters&lt;/b&gt;: Sakura Haruno and Uchiha Sasuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: &quot;Fall for me!&quot; Sasuke screamed towards Sakura infront of the whole playground.  &quot;Or I&apos;ll trip you myself!&quot;  Crackfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: I&apos;ll NEVER EVER OWN Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Argh, everything about her is so. . .annoying!&apos;  8 year old Sasuke pouted in his head, as he watched all the other boys crowd around the pink-haired female at the swings.  A nervous smile was created by the small female, as she tried to be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;What do they even see in that pretty, sweet, inno--&apos;  Little Sasuke shooked his head of the thought.  Obviously, he convinced himself, he had no special feelings towards the girl, but his mind said another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sasuke-kun. . anou. . &quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke didn&apos;t even notice the girl of his thoughts approach him, until she spoke.  Her adorable pink blush, on her smooth cheek was visible.  Even if her head was tilted downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hn.&quot;  &apos;Oh, smart move poopie pants!&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m sorry.  I didn&apos;t mean to bother you.&quot;  Sakura would quietly mumble out, as she walked towards the swings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Man, I really am I a poopie-pants!&apos;  Sasuke thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouts.&lt;br /&gt;Pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later On That Night. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mommy, I want tomatoes for dinner!&quot;  8 year old Sasuke would suggest to his mother.  A chuckle admitted from the Mikoto&apos;s throat.  The obsession of tomatoes.  She always wondered, where that gene came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sweetie, just tomatoes for dinner isn&apos;t good enough for a growing boy like you.&quot;  Mikoto would joke, as she watched the youngest Uchiha use his puppy pout against his mother.  &quot;But. . one won&apos;t hurt will it?&quot;  Mikoto said sweetly as she handed her favoured son a clean, ripe tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke&apos;s face looked like, he was given a chance to go to Wonderland.  He gave his &apos;thanks&apos; and immediately took a large bite out of the tomato.  Suddenly, a shocked face was graced upon the young boy&apos;s features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikoto would look down towards her son, wondering what was wrong.  &quot;Sasuke sweetie, what&apos;s wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mommy. . .why is the inside of a tomato PINK?&quot;  Sasuke said calmly as he stared towards his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;s wrong with the colour pink?&quot; Mikoto asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nothing. . .. &quot; Sasuke replied, a little to quickly.  &apos;Just that it&apos;s now the best colour in the world.&apos;  His evil side said inside his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Later On That Night. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugaku Uchiha would sigh. . .heavily.  What brought this situation.  Oh yeah, his lack of affections towards his beautiful and still young wife.  All he did was ask: &quot;Is that a wrinkle?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Mikoto would be so. . .sadistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I CAN&apos;T BELIEVE YOU FUGAKU!  WE&apos;VE BEEN MARRIED FOR 17 YEARS!  AND YOU&apos;VE NEVER EVER SAID ANYTHING THAT RUDE TOWARDS ME BEFORE!&quot;  The wife of Fuguka screamed as she continued ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did they know, Sasuke and Itachi were outside, watching and listening with fasinacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;WHY DID I EVEN LIKE YOU!  HOW COME I HAD TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?!  ARGH!  WHY DID I FALL FOR YOU?!&quot;  Mikoto would continue rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugaku, getting tired of this situation, stood up and kissed Mikoto sweetly for about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi, Sasuke and Mikoto gaped at what happened.  &lt;br /&gt;. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You shut up.  Finally.&quot;  That earned a large smack in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Later that Night. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nine p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikoto, after yelling and screaming at her husband, decided to tuck in her &apos;Sasu-chan.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mommy. . . &quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes Sasu-chan?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When you yelled at father, what did you mean by; &apos;fall for you&apos;?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well. . .Sasu-chan, your father tripped me to like him.&quot;  Mikoto replied happily.  &quot;Does Sasu-chan like someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;. . . &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sasuke walked back to the same playground as yesterday.  After last night&apos;s thinking, he came up with a plan.  He won&apos;t be poopie-pants anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sakura!&quot;  Sasuke called out five metres away from the swings.  The lively girl heard him and ran towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Erm. . what is it?&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;FALL FOR ME!&quot;  Sasuke blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . &lt;br /&gt;. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pardon me?&quot;  Sakura asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &apos;Fall for me!&quot; Sasuke screamed towards Sakura infront of the whole playground.  &quot;Or I&apos;ll trip you myself!&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura, who was too shocked for words, smiled towards the screaming male.  She slowly walked up to Sasuke, but accidently tripped on a crack, thus. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;See, I knew you&apos;d fall for me!&quot;  Sasuke exclaimed happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxX</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 16:16:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fic: Sex Ed Class (PG-13; Rikkai)</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Sex Ed Class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writer:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_xxsweetyt&apos; lj:user=&apos;xxsweetyt&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxsweetyt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; 14+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; The Tennis Team of Rikkaidai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Let&apos;s see, Yukimura&apos;s a FEMALE teacher that is giving the Boys Rikkaidai Tennis Team with an assignment. (also secertly molesting Sanada after every class)  Recieves an assignment for being little perverts peeping in the girls&apos; locker room.  What did they do with their assignments..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; No disclaimer, I own Prince Of Tennis.  That&apos;s why Rikkaidai isn&apos;t the main team, Akaya isn&apos;t the Prince Of Tennis and Sakuno is still alive! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; For &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_keight_michelle&apos; lj:user=&apos;keight_michelle&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://keight-michelle.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://keight-michelle.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;keight_michelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~One Week ago~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay boys.  Next week, I would like an assignment on what we were talking about today in a logo you see anywhere.&quot;  The over-sized breast Sensai said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But Yukimura-sensai, what logo are you talking about?&quot; Akaya asked sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Any logo at all sweetie, just something that involves sex.  Alright everyone dismissed.&quot;  Yukimura said with a satisfied smirk on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The day of the due assignment ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Welcome back class!  So did you finish the assignment I asked you to do?&quot;  Yukimura looked around her class excitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagyuu noded for the class and stood up.  &quot;If I may Yukimura-sensai, I would like to start first.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure Yagyuu-san.&quot;  Yukimura smiling agreeing to his sugesstion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nioh, put a condom on.&quot; Yagyuu said casually, then took his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hm.....Lays commerical.&quot; Yukimura said, slightly impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akaya bursted out laughing with Marui and they both stood up, with Jackel, looking at their sensai..  &quot;Sensai, we did our project together, can we share it?&quot;  Marui asked ever so adorabely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Alright, let&apos;s here it.&quot;  Yukimura crossed her legs, enjoying the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ready, Akaya?&quot;  Marui asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yep.&quot;  Kirihara replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of the young boys took the front stage of the classroom, and acted like cheerleaders. &quot;S-E-X-Y, we need to be satisfied, we&apos;re horny, uh uh, we&apos;re horny!&quot;  Both boys finished chanting with a nice splits in the end by Marui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;ZOMG that was wonderful!&quot;  Yukimura clapped as she complimented the boys.  &quot;You&apos;re Ugly song.  Nice touch.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Alright then, if you don&apos;t mind, me and Nioh will go next Yukimura-sensai.&quot;  Renji said ever so calmly, ignoring the fact that Kirihara was doing gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure, let&apos;s see what YOU TWO have to say.&quot;  Yukimura said regaining her composture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay here it is.  Give me love or give me sex.&quot;  Nioh said looking at Yagyuu with a fierce yet tenderness glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hm....pretty nice I suppose.&quot;  Yukimura said, as she got up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;93.76% you were going to say that Yukimura-sensai.&quot;  Renji calculated as she stood infront of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay, class.  Thanks for the assignment, I suppose you are ALL able to leave now.  Except for Sanada.  He hasn&apos;t done his presentation yet.&quot;  Yukimura said as she dismissed the boys Tennis Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~After they&apos;ve all left ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Anou Yukimura-sensai, I haven&apos;t told you my assignment yet.&quot;  Sanada said softly, breaking from the intense kiss he and Yukimura were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;BLEH....Fine, let&apos;s hear it.&quot;  Yukimura said with a small sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Have sex your way.  And my way of sex is me ontop.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End&lt;/b&gt; </description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 00:53:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fic: YukiAka; Confession</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_xxsweetyt&apos; lj:user=&apos;xxsweetyt&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxsweetyt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rate:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deticated to:&lt;/b&gt; Leonie ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Crying Yukimura and Kirihara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Yukimura Seiichi and Kirihara Akaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Spring was just around the corner, Yukimaru was gonna graduate.  &lt;br /&gt;Kirihara didn&apos;t want that to happen, but he couldn&apos;t do anything about fate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don&apos;t own Prince Of Tennis, but I do own a Kirihara poster =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring was just around the corner and Yukimura was gonna graduate. Kirihara didn&apos;t want that to happen, but he couldn&apos;t do anything about fate. Though he &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; want to talk to Yukimura about it. Afterall &lt;i&gt;Yukimura&lt;/i&gt; was the one leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day when Yukimura and Akaya were walking home, Kirihara thought it was the perfect time to tell him about his feelings. Since they won&apos;t see each other as much, not that they&apos;ve seen a lot of each other at all with Yukimura&apos;s surgery. But, for some reason, he just couldn&apos;t. &lt;i&gt;Kirihara Akaya couldn&apos;t do it&lt;/i&gt;. Luckily for him, Yukimura noticed Akaya squirming, so decides to start the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Akaya-kun is something the matter?&quot; Yukimura&apos;s tender voice always seems to float around Akaya&apos;s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akaya looked up, and watched as Yukimura&apos;s curious face turn into a smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&apos;s nothing Yukimura-senpai.&quot;  The rest of the walk home was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!&quot; Kirihara yelled as he entered his house and closed the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh Aka-kun you&apos;re home!&quot; Akaya&apos;s mother called for him. &quot;There&apos;s a mail for you from Germany!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;From Germany?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed from Germany. It seemed that Kirihara had caught the eyes of many Tennis Prodigies in different countries. So they asked Kirihara to come to this convention that should last for 2 years,  It starts next week. The plane tickets, food supplies, and housing were all set up. All Akaya had to do was call back to accept or decline. ~~~~~ This wasn&apos;t a joke ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Akaya called back: &quot;Hello germany&apos;s Convention office, how may I help you?&quot; A young woman&apos;s voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akaya was surprised. They can speak Japanese? &quot;Um, yes hello, I&apos;m.....&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;Akaya trailed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl interupted him, &quot;You must be Akaya-kun, we were waiting for your call, do you decline or accept?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akaya thought for a minute, he let all of the information go and process through his head, and the answer became clear. He knew the right answer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~One week before Graduation~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yukimura-senpai!&quot; Akaya ran after the tall figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Huh?? Akaya-kun, what&apos;s wrong?&quot; Yukimura exclaimed with a worried voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well...um......&quot; Akaya trailed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Akaya-kun, tell me what&apos;s wrong.&quot; Yukimura was now very concerned.  &lt;br /&gt;Akaya-kun could tell him &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well....um.....senpai....I&apos;M LEAVING FOR GERMANY TOMORROW, AND I&apos;M NOT COMING BACK FOR 2 YEARS!&quot; Kirihara screamed out. His heart beat went faster, he was gasping, he was..... &lt;b&gt;scared&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What? Akaya-kun what&apos;s with this all of a sudden?&quot; Yukimura was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, I recieved a mail for a Germany convention. And I&apos;ve answered them already, so I&apos;ll be leaving tomorrow.&quot; Akaya found it hard to speak those words out. &lt;i&gt;L-E-A-V-I-N-G.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukimura was stunned. Kirihara looked up and saw Yukimura crying. His buchou was cr..cry...crying. Kirihara could feel the tears coming down as well on his cheeks. Akaya knew now, how much pain it was. He knew now that, maybe, it was a mistake. He knew now that, he wasn&apos;t just good friends with Yukimura-buchou, but he &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; Yukimura-buchou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Buchou......I Lo.......&quot; He trailed off. &quot;I......LOVE YOU BUCHOU!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words stopped all the crying. Yukimura looked at Akaya falling to his knees, tears running down his face. Yukimura smiled. He bent down and gently planted a kiss on Akaya&apos;s forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you, too, Akaya. But you have to do what you have to do.&quot; Yukimura put a smile again on his face before he planted a passionate kiss on Akaya&apos;s lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Buchou, I won&apos;t forget you ... just don&apos;t cheat on me with Sanada fukubuchou.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;End&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for reading. As always I would be very happy about some comments :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 14:50:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fic: OshiGaku, If I was a girl ...</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; If I was a girl ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_xxsweetyt&apos; lj:user=&apos;xxsweetyt&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xxsweetyt.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxsweetyt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Dirty Pair (Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raiting:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own prince of tennis, but if I did, the storyline would never be all about tennis =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I was a girl ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuushi hated it when his double partner was sick. Especially on a saturday&lt;br /&gt;when they could practise all day long and have some fun later at night. He&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get a &quot;Get Well&quot; present for Gakuto. So Yuushi went to buy a big&lt;br /&gt;pack of strawberry chocolate, that Gakuto was so fond of. But when Yuushi&lt;br /&gt;came home and opened the door, he saw Gakuto in a girls&apos; school uniform with his hair tied back into a small ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gakuto?&quot; Yuushi said calming as he stared at his lover looking so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Gakuto turned around and looked at Yuushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yuushi you&apos;re late!&quot; Yuushi blinked and tried to relax; seeing his lover&lt;br /&gt;looking so hot was a torture, since he can&apos;t jump him right now. He needed to take control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gakuto, I bought your favourite strawberry chocolate!&quot; Gakuto&apos;s scowled&lt;br /&gt;face turned into a smirk. It was going Yuushi&apos;s way. &quot;But before I give them to you, care explaining why you&apos;re dressed up in Hyoutei&apos;s girl uniform?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Yuushi couldn&apos;t help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh this, well I wanted to see what would it be like, if I was a girl.&quot;  &lt;br /&gt;Gakuto sighed. Yuushi looked at Gakuto, first up then down, and then his&lt;br /&gt;body just reacted by itself and jumped Gakuto, first teasing him with&lt;br /&gt;kisses, then long, long, long wet kisses. Soon Yuushi&apos;s hand found itself&lt;br /&gt;pulling up Gakuto&apos;s skirt, while feeling the fabric of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yuushi....&quot;  Gakuto&apos;s voice trailed off as he pushed Yuushi off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuushi just blinked, confused. &quot;Yeah?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You promised I could top today!&quot; Gakuto yelled as a smirk grew across his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuushi blinked again. &quot;So that&apos;s why you wore Hyoutei&apos;s girl uniform...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Yuushi exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sa......&quot; Gakuto said as he jumped on Yuushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Maybe not.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;End&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for reading my fic^^ Please comment.</description>
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