Playing more GT3--I still suck, but I'm winning a few more races because I have a new strategy. If your driving sucks, just make sure you suck fast and mean. ^_~ (Remember, kids, don't try this at home.)

Still mostly driving the red Civic SiR--that's why I've had Shingo on the brain a lot lately. Miz, I'm not sure why that opera popped up. I must have thoughts of one of my old college roommates brewing in my subconscious. The Marriage of Figaro and Star Trek (the Universal Translator bit) are closely connected in the depths of my brain because of her.

Yesterday, "I'm your Turbo Lover" kept coming up in the music shuffle. Why am I thinking I want this to be Wataru and Takumi's theme song?

~inky 03:23 p.m., Wednesday, January 30, 2002

Shingo? Kyo? Is there something you want to tell me?
(search hit: shingo e kyo yaoi)

My apologies to the person looking for a Legolas lemon. Have you tried the one the ficbitches reviewed? *smirks*

(No apologies to those of you searching for sex noises, sweatshirt fetish, and smoking fetish. I am still trying to figure out why you clicked on the link given the little blurb from the page that goes along with the search results.)

~inky 03:09 p.m., Wednesday, January 30, 2002

Whole lot of blogging going on today. >.>

Is "it's boring at work" a good enough excuse?

This is the abandoned fic scene.

(Note to ML people: "Abandoned" does not mean I am giving anyone persmission to snatch this. "Abandoned," in this case, just means that this scene is going to be rewritten in a different tone and point of view. I still like this scene. The inspiration for continuing in this style just dried up.)

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A phone was ringing, and the damn thing wouldn't stop.

Keisuke Takahashi tugged at a pillow--pulling it towards him while ignoring the curse from its previous occupant--and buried his head underneath it.

Five rings. Six...

Didn't the idiot at the other end know how to hang up?

Seven...

He pulled a blanket over his head as well.

"Takeshi, make it stop."

Even through the layers of muffling, he heard the eighth ring and his lover's deep voice. "It's your cell phone."

"Make it go away."

An elbow in his side accompanied the ninth ring, and then Takeshi leaned over him. "Where are your pants?"

Ten rings.

Keisuke freed one arm from the blankets, pointed at the floor, and sighed as Takeshi settled more firmly on top of him. This was nice. The warmth of the bed and the familiar rumble of that sexy voice muttering curses at him made him feel so lazy--

"You are so fucking lazy. I am not your secretary."

--so wonderfully lazy that he just wanted to lie here and be made love to.

Eleven...

"Could there be any more pockets in these things?"

Keisuke rolled onto his back and arched against his lover. Maybe being woken up so early wasn't a bad thing; it gave him extra time to slide his hands over Takeshi's hips, to bite at the muscular shoulder so near his mouth, to... to get his discarded cargo pants tossed in his face?

Keisuke sputtered and glared at the man who had the nerve to be on the phone instead of on him. Takeshi returned the glare before turning away.

"This is Nakazato."

Had he just been thinking about being bottom? Forget that. Now that Keisuke was up and had the whole of Takeshi's naked back before him, he had other ideas. Takeshi rarely had time for him in the morning; he should take this opportunity to explore his lover's body, to see what all his favorite bits looked like in this light. He would start with that ticklish triangle of skin just above his tailbone.

Keisuke crawled across the bed to brush a kiss low on Takeshi's spine.

"Sorry, Ryousuke, the princess doesn't want to talk."

The princess gave in to an angry impulse.

"Ow!" Takeshi jumped from the bed and rubbed his wounded cheek.

"Your brother just bit me! ... No, I am not going to tell you where."

Keisuke stood, slipped an arm around Takeshi's waist, and tried to press a kiss on those scowling lips.

"Screw this, you're both a pain in the ass." Takeshi shoved the phone at Keisuke and twisted out of his embrace.

"Takeshi? Keisuke? Hello?"

"Not now, aniki." Their bedroom door slammed shut. "I think he's mad at me."

"Of course he's mad at you. Now, listen."

The door flew open. Ryousuke's voice faded in his ear as all of Keisuke's attention focused on his lover. Damn... you'd think someone mad and naked would look ridiculous, not so fucking hot. Keisuke swallowed.

Takeshi grabbed his robe from its hook, shoved his arms into the sleeves, and yanked it closed. Keisuke sighed as everything above his lover's knees disappeared under black silk. Takeshi tied the belt and left again.

Keisuke checked the clock. He'd give himself fifteen minutes to peel that robe off. Or was that too much time? He considered his lover's anger; he'd need the whole fifteen.

"Where are they?"

"Huh? Who?"

"What? Aren't you listening? What have you done with my car keys?"

"I don't have them. You'd never give me your keys."

"Please, Keisuke, think. Before you left yesterday, remember? I asked you to help Tsugumi put her special school project in the car."

"Oh, yeah. That was really heavy. Why did you make me carry it?"

"Where are my keys?"

"Um..." Keisuke picked up his pants and shook them. A condom, half of a chocolate bar, several coins, and his Zippo fell from various pockets onto the mattress. He tucked the condom under his pillow for later inspiration and pushed everything else onto the floor.

"Please tell me they are not with you."

"I don't think so." He kicked the laundry at his feet; nothing jingled. "Maybe I left them in my room."

"Great, it would be faster for you to bring them to me."

"No, check my room. Maybe near the bucket seat."

"I could walk to Myougi and get the keys from you faster. I don’t know how he puts up with you."

"Hey--"

Takeshi returned with two coffee cups and held the yellow one out to him. Keisuke took it, sipped, and smiled. It was so overloaded with sugar that it did not taste like coffee; it was perfect.

"He does it ‘cause he loves me, aniki. Bye."

Keisuke turned off the phone and took the other cup from Takeshi. He set them on the bedside table and pulled Takeshi onto the bed for a long kiss.

"I hate coffee."

"I know."

"I drink it only because it tastes so damn good on you."

Takeshi chuckled and lay back against the pillows. "That so?"

Keisuke moved on top of him--taking another long moment to taste his mouth--and then smiled.

"Yes. Forgive me?"

"Yeah, it's not your fault that you're such a spoiled brat."

"Exactly! That's what I always say. And have I told you how sexy you are when you scowl?" Keisuke undid the robe's belt.

Takeshi grabbed his wrist.

"You still bit me."

"Roll over and I'll kiss it better."

"Keisuke..."

"I love it when you growl." Keisuke moved lower on the bed, opening Takeshi's robe and kissing the bared skin. "I swear, the vibrations go straight to my crotch."

"Oh, like that’s sexy."

Keisuke kissed him again and then licked a line leading down below his navel.

"Come on... roll over, I'll make it all better."

Takeshi spread his legs a little and Keisuke nudged the silk away from his thighs. A few nuzzles and kisses--and one long, slow lick—later, he sat back and grinned. It had been twelve minutes; Takeshi might grumble a lot but he always melted under Keisuke's touch.

No one can beat my time.

The alarm clock went off.

Takeshi rolled, hit the off button, and hopped out of bed.

"Hey, there's still time to finish this."

Takeshi tugged the robe back around him and grabbed his coffee mug.

"No."

Keisuke reached and stroked Takeshi through the silk.

"What about this? You can't go to work that way. You'll scare the girls. I can hear them now talking about the monster in sensei's pants."

Takeshi gulped down the rest of his coffee.

"Don't be an idiot."

"Okay... so they wouldn't be scared, they'd all be plotting how to get in your pants, hoping for extra credit points, and I know you don't want that."

"I don't mind, at least they only try to kiss my ass, not bite it."

"But you could lose your job."

Takeshi put his hand over Keisuke's. "You know, your concern for me is really touching."

"So let's go back to bed."

"Not necessary." Takeshi kissed his forehead. "If you are sleepy, you go back to bed, princess. I'll take care of this in the shower."

"What? That's not fair!"

Takeshi was already in the bathroom with the shower running.

"You can't do that, Take."

"Why not? I can't be late for work."

"You just can't, it's... it's not polite. You have to share a hard on with the guy who gave it to you."

"My brat boyfriend, the queer etiquette columnist.” Takeshi laughed and stepped into the shower. “Pardon me, Miss Manners? Would you hand me my razor?"

Keisuke reached for the razor and then gave in to his second angry impulse of the day.

Flush

"Shit! Keisuke!"

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One reason for the inspiration to dry up was being told that toilets and showers in Japan are usually not in the same room. Another reason was rereading Cys' "Shower Battle" and seeing that one of her omake had the same idea. Mostly it was just because I found the writing to be... a bit too sparse?

*shrugs*

Cys, sorry it wasn't nice and smutty like yours. I'll do better next time. ^_~

~inky 03:29 p.m., Tuesday, January 29, 2002

search hit: leather make up sex

Is that sex with a leather-and-cosmetics kink? Or pretend sex with a leather kink? Inquiring minds want to know.

~inky 12:07 p.m., Tuesday, January 29, 2002

[inky] they were going to see the opera, they weren't in an opera
[hase] *phew*
[inky] shingo: I can sing >.<
[hase] badly, yes
[hase] well, at least his pronunciation is better than ryou's...
[hase] or kei and take's for that matter...
[inky] ryou: what?
[hase] don't play innocent, mr 'feel the black cow'.
[inky] ryou: well, take is the black cow...
[hase] kei: what's wrong with my pronunci.. pro.. whatever~~~~? *whinewhinewhine*
[hase] ryou: *mimics* dun sutopp da MYUUUUUuuuuZIIIIIK~~~
[hase] take just sings 'fucking deluxe, fucking deluxe' or 'fucking the rocks, fucking the rocks' >.>
[inky] ryou: H_H but he is...
[inky] ryou: *tries to feel up the fucking deluxe cow*
[hase] O.O
[hase] that is a very disturbing line.........

~inky 11:52 a.m., Tuesday, January 29, 2002

I bring you "The Initial D Boys go to the Opera." This was the dream I was having when the alarm went off this morning.

Eight Initial D boys, on the spur of the moment, decide to go to the opera. (The boys were Ryou and Kei, Shingo and Take, Kyo and Seiji, and Takumi and Itsuki. Only Ryou, Kei, and Shingo had significant parts in the dream.) Because it is at the last minute, almost all seats have been sold. There is one seat left in the best section, two seats left in both the 2nd and 3rd sections, and unlimited seats in the last section.

Weirdness #1: the seating: The best seats cost $75. They pop a Universal Translator in your head so you can understand everything. The second best seats are called the "Plot Section." For $20, they let you see the opera and give you a program with a decent plot synopsis. The third section is the "No Plot Section." 15 bucks, you get to see the opera. The last section was the "Radio Section." 5 bucks, they let you sit outside the main hall and listen.

Shingo insisted that he should be the one who got to have the best seat. Kei complained, but Ryou assured him that they could sit in the "No Plot" section. Ryou knows this opera and he will explain everything that is happening to Kei.

Weirdness #2: the opera: Basically, they are going to see The Marriage of Figaro, except--typical of dreams--it's not. Ryou keeps saying something about Le Nozze di Figaro e Figaro. This is fairly disturbing. You know how a woman in drag sings Cherubino's part in the Marriage of Figaro? In this opera, Susanna is a man. Not a boy who could sing soprano still, but a tenor... a tenor in drag...

(My mind is still whirling trying to imagine what that would sound like. The opening, with Susanna bubbling over with silliness about her hat... suddenly I'm seeing Ryousuke in one of his best pimp suits, peering into a mirror as he tries on a wide-brimmed, white fedora. He's singing away. "Yes, I'm very pleased with that; It seems just made for me. Take a look, dear Kyouichi, just look at this pimp hat of mine." (but in Italian, of course...))

Weirdness #3: Shingo is adamant. He is going to get the best seat. (This is Shingo? Why would Shingo care about opera?) He starts a fistfight with Kyo, Seiji, and Take, so that he gets the best seat. (Why would they care about opera? Maybe Kyo or Take would care, but Shingo and Seiji?)

Weirdness #4: the fight: At intervals during the fight, Shingo would pause and break into a bit of song from the opera. (Sorry, Hase, I said he didn't sing... but this bit hardly counts as singing.) It was that part of the opera when Figaro is heard from off-stage. He's walking along, singing "La, lala la la, la la, LA!" (or something to that effect). Shingo would smash a couple noses, pause, burst into the la-las, and then go back to fighting.

It's probably a good thing that my alarm woke me up.

~inky 10:30 a.m., Tuesday, January 29, 2002

H__H

You can Kyo-smut for me anytime, luv. Mmm... Brain still on "TILT"

If you don't use it in your fic, I think you should consider contributing smut to the Kyo shrine. H__H

*snuggles*

Thanks for sharing. ^_~

~inky 08:39 a.m., Tuesday, January 29, 2002

I just spent a long time cursing pitas, for something that ended up being my mistake. ;;>.>

Let's see... I went for pretzels and ended up with Gran Turismo 3. No ficcing happened. I have a bad case of Playstation thumb now, though. What a great game. I suck at it, and I still love it. That doesn't happen often.

I came in 103rd place in a search for older women. That's a dedicated seeker of older women... you male or female, hon?

More sweater fetishes, so Ryou can be happy. Someone else is apparently looking for Ryou in his finest fashion: lemon pants blue shirt

~inky 02:01 a.m., Monday, January 28, 2002

mommy phone sex: No, thank you, but I guess it does go along with the sexy smoking daughter.

I seem to have showed up twice on a search for bat anatomy I also got a hit from butt cheeks, but I don't see my blog in the results. ^^

I need to stop staying awake past 4am. Nothing really wrong with that, except it cuts into all the fic and/or PS2 time when I don't wake up till 12:45.

I think I will go buy some pretzels and pepsi twist. Pretzels are my family's answer for brain food. >.> Many a sermon has been written late Saturday night powered by panic, pepsi, and pretzels. Maybe they will help get the contest fic done. I'm not writing to win the contest; I just want Cys to have her take-sensei and hase to have her shower fic. *hugs*

~inky 01:31 p.m., Sunday, January 27, 2002

The fetish searches take a violent turn: fetish kill

Sarah, thank you for the recommendations. I've been using Mozilla today--makes me wonder even more what the Netscape people were thinking.

~inky 09:18 p.m., Saturday, January 26, 2002