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Put It Practically

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 03:26:25 GMT

copycat_capycot does not like updating her Livejournal a lot. That is because Livejournal is very complicated and confusing for a poorly educated female such as herself.

~~Copycat also has another blog at Wordpress.com which is much simpler for her to use.~~

Livejournal is a very pretty site because of all of the icons, but because Copycat's idea of a luxurious house is a cardboard box that has not been chewed away by rodents, Copycat cannot afford to upgrade her Livejournal and so she cannot upload a lot of icons. Copycat is always finding new icons that she wants to add, but cannot because Livejournal only gives her fifteen at a time.

However, Copycat will not make another blog at Wordpress to "start over". Instead, Copycat vows to update more often on Livejournal, complicated and confusing it may be.

Copycat will make a valiant effort to post at least once a week.

If she cannot do so, Copycat will spend a night in her most destitute cardboard box that has holes and cockroaches and damp areas from morning dew.

Copycat wishes everyone to have a good day.

The Good, The Bad, And The Sexy

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 16:28:51 GMT

Birthday!fic for newbiecomplex ...

Naruto had long ago decided against Dating.

After a disastrous night out with Hyuuga Hinata, consisting of stalker cousins and peeking-Tom sisters and hell-hath-no-fury fathers, Naruto had sworn off women, much to the grief of a heart-broken Hinata. But a man had to do what men do, and if one female walked away without an unscathed heart, Naruto wasn't going to shed any tears over his ramen. Any women who wore a short skirt was fair game, but Dating? No way, Jose. Naruto had enough.

That was until he met a very cute and very violent doctor who seemed hell bent on making his life miserable.

"Uzumaki Naruto," Sakura said in a low hissing voice that told the blond he should flee to Ireland the moment he had freedom, "you haven't changed your extremely unhealthy diet of ramen like I suggested you to the last time you came to visit."

"Ramen," Naruto said very seriously from his seat on the patient's bed, "is my life."

"...Really..."

"Really," he grinned and suddenly realized that his position gave him an eagle's view of her cleav--

"Uzumaki Naruto, look at my chest and I will be forced to give you four vaccines today."

"One day, Sakura, you'll finally agree to one of my dates."

"Did you not mention from our first meeting that you aren't dating and hence a virgin and hence you did not need a HPV vaccine?"

"I didn't have STDs anyway!"

"Not the point, Uzumaki."

"I like it better when you call me Naruto."

"When hell freezes over," she replied calmly and slapped his back as hard as she could. "Now get off and stand with your back facing towards me, I need to check your spinal--"

"That's not the only thing you can check," Naruto said slyly. He wriggled his lower body in response. Sakura stared at him silently for a while before producing a needle.

"...Okay, I'll be good."

The pretty, pink-haired doctor smirked and then slapped his back even harder. Naruto was fairly certain that he would find a lovely indigo bruise on his torso at the end of the appointment.

But... He smiled at Sakura who flushed slightly before rolling her eyes.

It was worth it in the end, wasn't it?

And that was when Uzumaki Naruto decided that Dating was okay as long as there were pink-haired doctors to nag him.

Happy birthday to you again!

So What I've Been Up To

Fri, 22 May 2009 05:49:21 GMT

I've finally gotten off my lazy rear end and posted something on Fanfiction.net.

But Hoshino-sensei is not helping my muse. ~~CoughANOTHERHIATUSCough.~~ At this rate, my D. Gray Man muse will wither and die at a premature age. Dear, dear.

I stumbled upon this fantastic AMV on Youtube. I didn't know what fandom it was, but this video really got me hooked. It was all, "Whoa, ballet is like that?!!! I wouldn't mind being a prima donna...or dancing a pas de deux..."

Enough of spoiling the video for you. Go and watch it. Now.

The song is called "Hall Om Mig", which means "Hold Me Now" in Swedish. Sung by Nanne Grönvall.

Of Angst and Pretty Boys and Sunscreen

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 00:46:07 GMT

First off, I've started a drabble story on FictionPress. It will be updated at least once a week ~~and if I don't, curse my lazy butt.~~ I will be putting two other chapter stories up...soon. I can't say when because it'll depend on my muse.

Most of my writing will have angst and have dealings with psychological mind-warping kind of thing. If you don't like angst, don't read. And no, I don't enjoy writing romance stories--Love's been defined so many times already, I really don't want to do it too.

And ah... D. Gray Man. I'm currently fangirling over it, especially over a certain Kanda Yuu. Naruto will always be my first love, but I tend to switch fandoms and now it's D. Gray Man.

~~And lawl, Kanda is so awesome. The first time I saw him... "Heyyy, good looking"...~~

I've also discovered that my sunscreen smells like stale Gummi bears. Which is...interesting. Random, but interesting.

Fangirling Should Be a Sin...

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:55:29 GMT

...but can I really help it? Down below is the Phoenix Wright Takarazuka Muscial rehearsal video. At which I can only melt into a puddle of fangirling goop.

This is going to be EPIC.

HTML HERE I COME!

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 21:34:26 GMT

Many thanks to celticoak for teaching me how to use LJ cut, which I've been trying to find out how to do since...well...for a long time. As in "OH-EM-GEE I FINALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IT, LIFE IS WORTH LIVING FOR!!!" long time. So I'm going to use it to make sure I get it.

~You're Beautiful~

Tenten was pretty.

She didn't have Sakura's exotic and feisty coloring. Not Ino's showy, glamorous beauty. And she most certainly did not possess Hinata's fragile, aristocratic delicacy. But still, Tenten was pretty, but not in a way most people would notice.

At first glance, she looked like most other girls in the school. Brown hair, brown eyes, skin that was neither tanned or pale. Nothing special. Nothing particular. Nothing that even remotely stood out in the crowd. But if you looked more closely at her, you'll notice little things. The way her hair glinted in soft shades of deep chocolate and reddish-brown. How her eyes had amber and hazel specks. Her fit, athletic figure that moved as if she was dancing.

But few bothered to take note of Tenten. Her friends often exclaimed, "Say, isn't it a shame no one sees how cute Tenten is?" Still, she stubbornly refused to let her hair out of their tight twin buns or stop wearing tomboyish clothes or even to put on the tiniest touch of lip gloss. Tenten liked the way she was, and to hell with what others thought. That is, until one day...

"Hyuuga Neji," Ino sighed dreamily as the man with long, tumbling dark hair and clear eyes approached their table.

"Hinata-sama," he greeted the Hyuuga heiress formally, not paying the slightest attention to the way Ino sat up straight and stared at him coyly through long lashes. She pouted, then turned her attention to Shikamaru and watched him yawn and complain happily.

"Ah, Neji-niisan," Hinata smiled. They made small talk about some meeting the Hyuuga elders or whatnot were going to have.

Sakura doodled "Uchiha Sakura" into her gravy sauce while staring absently at Uchiha Sasuke. Ino noticed this, and smirking, tried to poke her pink-haired friend with her nail. However, Sakura dodged just in time, and Ino's finger jabbed into Tenten's stomach instead.

"Ah, haha, waaaaaaa," Tenten cried out, being ticklish. She moved so suddenly that she sent her lunch tray flying into her own lap. The gravy from the meal slowly dripped down her legs. Tenten gasped, and tried to wipe everything with a napkin, but only made the stain worse on her jeans as Ino and Sakura helped.

Neji paused in his engrossed conversation with his cousin to fix his blank eyes onto Tenten.

The girl with twin buns gulped. She had never been subject to a Hyuuga Death Glare©, and while she was certain that it wasn't as harmful as an Uchiha Death Glare©, Tenten could safely bet that she was in trouble. Big time.

"Hinata-sama," he said delicately after an awkward pause, "I hope that not all of your..." he glanced pointedly at Sakura who had returned to drooling over Sasuke, Ino busy repainting her nails, and finally at Tenten's blushing face, "...friends are as...uncouth as this girl who apparently doesn't even know she is one." At this, he casted another cold look at them all.

"Oh, oh, hang on a moment..." Ino snapped.

"You shut up, like you know anything," Sakura snarled.

Hinata squeaked at her older cousin's words, and began to protest in her soft, peace-making Hinata way.

But Tenten was the most indignant. Uncouth, was she? Doesn't even know she's a girl, was she? Not feminine enough, was he implying? That arrogant jerk...that conceited pig...that son of a--WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS?!

"Listen, you," Tenten said angrily, rising up and dropping her lunch tray on the ground while doing so. He looked coolly at her.

"Who do you think you are, to insult us like that? Do you even know me?" she spat. His mouth twitched into a smile that fell a few notches short of genuine.

"I," he said politely, with eyes that said the opposite, "am Hyuuga Neji."

"What kind of lame-ass answer is that?" Tenten hurled at him.

"What kind of boy are you to ask that?" he replied icily.

She stared at him, stunned.

"B-boy?" Tenten stammered. Snow-white eyes twinkled mercilessly.

"Yes," he said carefully, as if speaking to a 5-year-old, "a tomboy with no looks at all."

He then swept past their table without another word.

Immediately, Ino and Sakura, who had been watching the argument with rapt fascination, exploded and began to bad-mouth Neji. Hinata, meanwhile, apologized over and over to Tenten while rambling about how her cousin wasn't usually so rude, that she had no idea what came over him, and please, you're not going to hold that against him, are you?

But Tenten couldn't hear a word. All she could do was sink into her seat, forgetting about the gravy stain on her jeans, and play those biting words over and over again. A tomboy with no looks at all...A tomboy with no looks at all...

"Hehe," she muttered to herself, brown eyes suddenly firing up with revenge, "Hyuuga Neji, huh? Nice to meet you, Pretty Boy."

"Hey," Sakura cut in, "Pretty Boy's my name for Sasuke-kun!"

The bell rang.

"...shoot. Stupid gravy stain."

So, lets see if it works... [edit] IT WORKS!!!!!

Drabble

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 07:37:18 GMT

Blood

Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, and opened it again. The blood was still on his hands. That cursed blood.

Itachi's body laid strewn some five or so miles behind the younger Uchiha's crouched body. A trickle of blood was steadily flowing from Itachi's mouth, and his eyes had turned a blank, dull onyx. Uchiha Itachi was dead, and by his brother's hands.

A mile behind Sasuke laid many of the Konoha ninja from Rookie Nine: Shikamaru's arm was torn nearly all the way from its socket. Neji's head was hanging from an angle. Lee was in a pool of his blood. Hinata's long hair was spread behind her, accenting her dead white eyes. Kakashi's mask had fallen off, his face covered with cuts. Sakura had burns along her arms.

But the worse was Naruto. His golden hair was matted with dried blood. His arms and legs were twisted in odd angles and shapes. A hole was still steaming from his stomch, the orange and black jacket all ripped up. And his eyes. Naruto's once shining azure eyes had a cold, fish-like expression in them. The whiskers on his cheeks were covered with scars, and in Naruto's clenched hand was a piece of Sasuke's white haori.

Sasuke tossed back his head, staring up at the sky. Itachi was dead. And he had received the Mangekyou Sharingan. He smirked bitterly when he remembered the finishing blow he had dealt Naruto, how his arm had sunk into the fox boy's body, and how Naruto's pleading blue eyes had caught his own cold obsidian ones.

Sakura had been almost as much fun to kill. Her chakra had been depleted long before he had reached her, and when he had grabbed her by the throat, she had looked at him with green eyes filled with desperation and undying love. He had been amused, and then he snapped her neck so that it cracked. How gracefully she had fallen to the ground, slumped more like it. Sasuke had snorted. She was still weak.

And most of all, Sasuke remembered the look on Itachi's face when he realized he was dying. To his fury, Itachi had the gall to smile, and he had said, so very softly, "Foolish little brother..." Sasuke had snapped, and had grabbed a kunai and stabbed Itachi on the abdomen again and again, long after Itachi had died, until he managed to calm down.

And slowly, it began to rain.

Sasuke stumbled over to a pool of clear water that was beginning to form. He looked at his blood-streaked face, his messed up hair, and most of all, his eyes. His blood-red eyes. Sasuke blanched. What was this feeling?

Sasuke stood up rapidly, looking around. He just had the feeling that Itachi was staring at him. But his older brother was dead...right? Sasuke moved his gaze back onto the pool. That was it. His eyes were just like Itachi's eyes. As long as he was alive, Itachi would still live.

Grasping the blade of a kunai, Sasuke let the sharp blade sink into his chest. He sighed with pleasure. He did it again and again, red pools mixing with the rain water. Again and again, until the blade dropped and Sasuke fell to his side.

At last, Itachi would die, and he would be at peace.

owari

I just made up this drabble in a spur of a moment, and I don't know how to use HTML, so I just wrote it here.