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Ritsu Ficlet
by PukingToreador (pukingtoreador)
at March 2nd, 2006 (07:51 pm)
ditzy

My mood : ditzy

Title: Picture Perfect
Word Count: 487
Pairing: Ritsu/Ayame
Rating: PG (lime)
Summary: Ayame tries to help Ritsu with his confidence problems.

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Firaga [userpic]
*Random post*
by Firaga (black_mage_fire)
at March 1st, 2006 (01:28 am)

O_O Where are all these PEOPLE coming from? XD I had totally forgotten this existed until I got an email about people wanting to join! That surprises me.

Well...welcome!

Firaga [userpic]
What could pass as a shounen-ai oneshot. I guess.
by Firaga (black_mage_fire)
at February 27th, 2006 (04:26 pm)

Ritsu Sohma was shy, nervous, and panicky, whereas Ayame Sohma was cool, collected, arrogant, and downright sexy (And he knew it). So just how Ritsu Sohma had ended up in Ayame Sohma's BEDROOM was beyond him.

Perhaps it would be best to start at the beginning. Ritsu had timidly gone out to get something or another. He didn't quite remember what, because he was sidetracked the instant he got a few yards from his house. As the wind had blown away his shopping list.

“OH NO! I'M SO SORRY, WIND! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WANTED IT! BUT I NEED IT! OH, I'M SO SORRRRRY!!!! PLEASE GIVE IT BACK!” He darted after it in a panicked and frenzied fashion, “NOOOOO!!!! I'M SORRY, WIND! I'M SO WORTHLESS I CAN'T EVEN GO SHOPPING!” And with that, he burst into tears, causing many bystanders to look at him in sheer amazement before trying to avoid him. Then he apologised to the passerby-ers.

“I'M SO SORRY! >_< I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU! OOOH, I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!” And, with a pitiful sob, he flopped over.

“Is she alright?” “Maybe she sobbed herself to death...” “Wow...should we poke her?” “Uhm...uhm...miss?” “Miss!? MISS!?”

Ritsu blushed. They were all calling him a her...he whimpered before almost exploding, “I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU ALL BELIEVE I'M A GIRL WHEN I'M NOOOOT!” He darted off, sobbing.

Poor Ritsu's day was not going so well.

---An Hour Later---

“Oooh...I don't remember what I was supposed to get...” He whimpered and burst into tears AGAIN. He felt all the resolve that he had earlier when coming out dissolve away.

“You know, Ritsu-chan, you shouldn't be crying out here. It's very cold and your tears might freeze!” Came a voice NO ONE could misplace.

“A-Ayame-san!!” The young man freaked out. Ayame, the man he looked up to! The most beautiful man in the world!

“Why are you out here, anyways?” The silver haired man sat next to the young man who was silently panicking.

“I-I-I-I wa-was sh-shopping...and..” His eyes filled with tears, “T-the wind...stole my shopping list..” He whimpered and Ayame sighed.

“And I suppose you're sorry that you didn't bring one for the wind?”

“YES! I'M SORRY, AYAME, FOR BEING PREDICTABLE!!!!” He gasped loudly and clung to Ayame, who's eyes widened considerably.

“Aaah...don't be sorry!” He wasn't exactly sure how to HANDLE Ritsu. No one was. Except maybe Shigure. And Shigure did a TERRIBLE job of it. Ayame pet Ritsu absently.

“You don't HAVE to be ashamed of, you know, it was an accident! The wind doesn't mean to be rude...” He frowned. One area he really wasn't confident in. Comforting people.

“But..but..”

“It was no one's fault. Now! Come to my shop so we can have tea and we can figure out your shopping list!” And with those words, Ayame dragged a started Ritsu Sohma away.

---ANOTHER hour later---

“And that is how Yuki and I grew a little closer!” Ayame stated. Ritsu blinked.

“Y-Yes....but I don't see what this has to do with my shopping list...” He murmured, looking a little nervous. Ayame blinked.

“Oh. Yes! Quite sorry! Hehe. Anyways. What did you plan on getting? Like, what kinds of food?” He smiled at Ritsu, who flushed nervously.

“I-I don't...don't quite remember....I think I needed to get sugar....and rice...” He frowned, “But that's all I remember..maybe that's all I needed to get...” He wrung his hands. Ayame frowned.

“Ri. Why don't you just eat with me tonight and we can worry about shopping tomorrow! I'll even help you!”

“Really, Ayame-sama!?” His eyes lit up, “I-I don't want to impose..”

“You're not imposing at all!” He smiled and twirled around, “So don't worry one bit!” He grabbed Ritsu's hand and took him off, “Just help me cook!”

As Ritsu helped cook, Ayame talked. A lot. Ritsu didn't actually know Aya too well, and felt rather nervous.

“Ah. Ri-san...” He turned and looked at Ritsu, who snapped to attention.

“Ye-yes, Ayame-sama!?” Ayame kissed Ritsu.

“Thanks.”

Ritsu fell to the ground, having fainted. “Poor thing...well, I guess he'll be staying with me tonight...” Ayame tucked the passed out Ritsu into his bed and then turned and finished cooking himself.

Ritsu wouldn't know exactly what happened, but Ayame was sure the experience would stick with he himself for years to come.

-Siiiigh- I suck, like, SERIOUSLY bad.

white cross [userpic]
Request if I may
by white cross (croix_blanche)
at February 19th, 2006 (07:31 pm)

I'm searching for fics about Ritsu, any pairing is fine, though I enjoy Shigure/Ritsu and Ayame/Ritsu best. If anyone wants to take up that challenge, I would love you forever.

{When we simply crumble...} Chapter Two: And the other crumbles...while another cracks....
by Rebecca Harle Valentine (taki_sophitia)
at July 6th, 2005 (01:47 am)

Momiji clung to Yuki as Yuki stroked his hair gently, “Hush, Momiji…everything will be okay…” Momiji shook his head violently and Yuki tried to comfort him.

“No they won’t! I’ve got an eating disorder, I started cutting myself, I’m in love with Kyo…!” He sobbed bitterly as Yuki made a funny noise.

“Cutting…yourself?” He squeaked. Momiji nodded.

“Yes..” He whimpered, “Yuki…can I stay here?”

“Yes! Of course!!! You can sleep in my room, alright?” He hugged he smaller boy tightly.

“I want to take a nap now…” Yuki nodded and led him to the room and put him to bed. Momiji fell asleep quickly. Yuki stepped out and leaned on a wall. He felt tears make their way down his face.

‘Dammit, Momiji, you’re blind! You…can’t see what’s in front of you. What would you do if you knew? Would you ignore it? Would you care?’ He whimpered, ‘Oh…my beautiful Momiji…I love you, if that counts for anything at all…I love you so very much…’ He walked back into the living room. Tohru sat there, a worried look on her face. Suddenly, Yuki burst. Kyo looked so damn indifferent!!!!

“STUPID FUCKING CAT!!!! I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL FOR YOU TRANSGRESSIONS!!!!!” He turned and swept out of the house, his farewell being, “KYO, I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS!!!!” Tohru gasped.

“Yuki-kun!!! YUKI!!! WAIT!!! What the hell!?” Tohru looked pissed off, and she was picking up on Kyo’s language, “What the hell did you do?” Kyo had a weird look on his face.

“I have no bloody clue what I did….for once…”

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Yuki was in his garden, staring, tears in his eyes. How could Kyo hurt Momiji like that? How could someone hurt beautiful, sensitive Momiji? Now he’d never heal…and Yuki wouldn’t be able to help, either. It was pointless to even try.

“Momiji, I’ll die if you die…” He hugged his knees to his chest, “I love you, why must you ignore that fact? You’re my angel, my love, the only thing I want in life…” He whined softly, “Please…someone kill me now…”

“YUKI-KUN! BROTHER!!!” Yuki growled. Not now...not now…not- “How are you, dear brother?”

“Fine, Ayame,” Yuki growled, “Just fuckin’ peachy!” He glared, not really knowing WHY Ayame was there…or how he’d know that Yuki was there.

“Seriously, how are you?” Ayame dropped his ‘I am superior’ voice.

“Does it matter to you, Ayame!?” Yuki snapped. Ayame nodded.

“Yes,” He said. Yuki looked rather stunned.

“…Momiji has been hurting himself, trying to get Kyo’s attention, but Kyo is in love with Tohru. And I’m in love with Momiji. But…now what? It’s so sad…he’s starving himself, cutting himself, telling himself that he’s ugly…when he’s really the most beautiful creature ever to walk this earth…oh, Ayame, whatever am I going to do!!?” He clung to his older brother, who was grinning.

“You tell him, Yuki…”

“I DO WHAT!!!?”
“You tell him!!!”

Yuki nearly felt himself faint, “Uh…can you say no?”

“Yes, but I don’t like that word,” Ayame said. Yuki slapped his forehead.

“What do I get for doing this?”

“…A week without me?”

“OH, THAT IS SO TOTALLY A DEAL!!!!!”

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Yuki walked into his room…and felt his heart drop.

Haru…..and Momiji……

He ran from the room, the rose he carried left behind in his wake…

For Momiji Sohma had gotten his comfort from someone else while Yuki had been confused.

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‘Yuki…you fool….do you know? That I love you? No…of course not….and you don’t care, either….’

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Kyo watched Yuki run out of the house, crying. Tohru raised an eyebrow, “Really, what the hell is up with him?”

“Heh, I dunno, but I’m really starting to like your language…” Tohru grinned and hugged Kyo on purpose. He stared, “I hate you, Tohru..”

“No, ya don’t.”

Well! I’m back! I like this story, I think I’ll post it on FanFic.net! YEAH!!! Who is Yuki’s mystery lover? Will Momi stay with Haru? WILL I MAKE TOHRU CUSS MORE!? Yep, you bet your pretty little head I will!!! w00t! Until next time! Sayonara! G’bye! Bye, dudes! See ya! TTYL! Bai bai! Buh bye now! Okay, I’m done.

Firaga [userpic]
{When we simply crumble..} Chapter One: After he's crumbled...
by Firaga (black_mage_fire)
at July 2nd, 2005 (01:55 pm)

Momiji Sohma stared at his fingernails. He noticed that the paint was chipping. He sighed softly and began to look for his nail polish remover and his green nail polish. He wondered if he ought to go visit Tohru. Then he remembered. Kyo and Tohru were on a date. He growled bitterly. He normally didn’t feel this angry. He wasn’t always happy go lucky. He tensed, and then threw his nail polish at a wall. The glass shattered and the paint splattered all over the wall. He sighed softly, feeling moderately better.

Hatori ran in, “Are you alright, Momiji-kun?” Momiji nodded, not saying a word as Hatori eyed the mess he’d created. Then the older man left the room. Momiji sighed softly and threw himself onto his bed.

Depression had been flocking to the boy like a plague. Because he looked so small, everyone assumed he’d act as small as he looked. And he resented that. But the reason he hated his size so much was because he was sure that was the reason that special someone didn’t love him.

‘Kyo, I hate you! You have to date HER!’ He bit his lower lip to keep from crying, ‘What’s wrong with me? I look plenty enough like a girl….’ He sighed. He hated that about himself, too. He looked and acted like a girl.

He didn’t mind Tohru. She was his best friend in the entire world. But…it wasn’t fair that Kyo dated her when Momiji had been doing his best to get Kyo’s attention! It just wasn’t fair!

Momiji slowly got up, sick of feeling to his stomach. Everyone was starting to worry. He ate only one meal a day, if that, stayed in his room, and cried a lot. He also tended to force himself to throw up. He was starting to think that maybe he wasn’t pretty enough. Maybe he had to be even prettier to get Kyo’s attention.

‘I want to be as beautiful as Ritsu…’ He nodded and then bit his lower lip again, ‘I’ll never be as pretty as Ritsu. I’m not meant to be pretty, I’m meant to be ignored.’ Tears started to stream down his face as he walked into his bathroom and forced up what he had for breakfast that morning. He sat by the toilet, silently sobbing. Then he got up and something caught his eye. A box cutter. What the hell was it doing in here?

A wicked smile crossed his face. He snatched it up and made sure he has all the proper equipment. Then he sat on the countertop and slowly cut down his arm. Well, whatever it had been in there for, it was in the bathroom for a different reason now. Hopefully it’s actual owner wouldn’t look for it.

He watched the blood flow down his arm and drip onto the floor. Drip…drip…drip…he was almost mesmerized by it. Drip…he stared for a minute longer, then cleaned it. He cried out softly. Cleaning it stung. He felt tears sting the back of his eyelids.

He bandaged it and stared at his arm, then hid it with a long sleeved shirt. He sighed and brushed his hair, staring at himself in the mirror. He whimpered. ‘I’ll never be beautiful enough for Kyo.’ He noticed how his hair was longer than it should be. ‘Might as well get it cut…well…’ He smiled slightly, even though it was bitter, ‘Someone might notice if I don’t cut it. I’ll let it grow out.’ He ran a hand through the blonde mass.

He walked outside and headed to Shigure’s house. When he arrived, he saw Tohru and Kyo kissing. Not hugging, just kissing. He growled and walked around them, not even saying hello.

Yuki raised an eyebrow as Momiji stormed in and threw himself into a chair, “Momiji-chan? You alright?” Momiji shook his head.

“I’m fine,” He sounded bitter. He hadn’t bothered to put on a mask. Torhu rushed in, her eyes worried.

“Momi-chan! Are you okay, you look unhappy!!!” She ran over to him. Momiji sighed and nodded, not trusting his voice. “Well…are you hungry?” She asked. Momiji shook his head.

“I…uh….ate before I came over,” He lied quickly. She nodded. Kyo raised an eyebrow and kissed her softly, then she ran off go cook. Yuki beckoned to Momiji to follow him. He did so.

“What’s up? You can tell me anything, I won’t tell anyone else. We all love you, Momi. Is it about Miss Honda?” Yuki asked, “We’re a little worried about you. You’re getting thin…” Momiji shook his head.

“I’m fine, Yuki, don’t worry about it,” Momiji gave Yuki a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “Nothing is wrong with me.” Yuki sighed and shook his head.

“Whatever, Momiji….something’s up and I’m bound to find out sooner or later…” Yuki looked at Momiji. Momiji blushed.

“…I’m not eating, and when I do eat, I throw up,” He whispered. Yuki raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t eat things or you don’t want to?”

“I don’t want to. I’m not pretty enough,” Momiji looked terribly embarrassed. Spilling his secrets to Yuki-kun like this…Yuki was just being polite. Momi knew he didn’t care.

“…You’re fine how you are. What makes you think you aren’t pretty enough?” Yuki hugged the boy tightly. He just began to cry, not answering the question. Yuki rocked him back and forth, and he eventually quieted down and answered the question with one simple name.

“Kyo.”

Ah…this is pretty good. You can see the pairing. It’s easy, it’s right in front of you. And if you can’t see it..well…heh, you’re screwed! w00t! Well, I hoped you liked it, it’s kinda my first attempt at this stuff, and I’m not posting it on FF.net until I’m certain someone likes it. Well, see ya!!!

~Pyore and Firaga~

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