~hyaku go jyuu~

Надо шить. Еще много осталось. А неохота...охота сидеть в инете или гулять с Санджи или еще где шататься. Все что угодно, только не шить. А вроде как шить мне очень даже нравилось...а сейчас неохота. Лана, хорошо, что за сегодня надо только шорты сшить, а не все сразу...
А еще сегодня вечер у Луффи. Будем фильм досматривать и танец мучить. Обещается быть интересно. А чтобы поехать к Луффи, надо сначала сшить шорты. Все. Возвращаюсь к машинке.

@музыка: такая, чтоб слышно было на соседней улице

@настроение: жду вечера

@темы: косплей, Радостное

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~hyaku yon jyuu kyuu~

Три недели пролетели как одна. Это было как медовый месяц - так же хорошо, но одновременно страшно, что скоро все закончится. И закончилось. В одночасье. Называется, вспоминаем, что такое грусть.
Но я могу тебе обещать, что ты больше не увидишь моих слез.

@музыка: Enigma - Lovelight in Your Eyes

@темы: Грустное, Личное

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~hyaku yon jyuu hachi~

Сегодня была первая репетиция по One Piece. Прошло вроде все нормально, народу было много. Единственно, что я расстроила своего братишку(( Честное слово, больше постараюсь так не поступать. И куда подевалась моя пунктуальность? Завтра едем по магазинам искать кожу на брюки Мелло и шестяную ткань на шорты для Мишеля. Ох, чувствую, еще один парик покупать придется...

@музыка: Lunatica - Elements

@темы: косплей, Будни

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~hyaku yon jyuu nana~

Новый ПЧ! Добро пожаловать на мой дневник, Miyatsu Asumi! Судя по дневнику ты тоже из Хикари. Мы знакомы?
И еще один ПЧ) Enny-chan, рада видеть тебя здесь)

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~hyaku yon jyuu roku~

Мой кис сегодня подстригся. Прикольно вышло! Ему очень идет эта прическа)

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~hyaku yon jyuu go~

Ну я и корявая....сломала свой телефон. А хотела всего лишь поставить одну программку. Не вышло. Теперь надо доставать денег на его починку. Отстой(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

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~hyaku yon jyuu yon~

Забавно сегодня вышло. Мы с Санджи нашли на улице мобилку))) конечно же потом вернули, хотя сначала не особо хотелось) Причем мобилка хорошая. Нокиа, раскладушка, с Блютусом.

@темы: Будни

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~hyaku yon jyuu san~

Поменяла диз. Вот. Постепенно он становится все светлее...)

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~hyaku yon jyuu ni~

Ура! Наконец-то я вернула инет домой! теперь можно шататься в инете сколько влезет. Вот надо же было так одновременно сгореть сетевой карте и свичу.

Еще сегодня мы с накама ездили на барахло за вещами для косплея. Много купили. Я-куртку для Нами, пояс для Мелло, Зоро-штаны под Лайта и парик для Хлоэ. Еще по-моему что-то купил, но я не помню. Смотрели парик для Хитсу - нету, и корсеты что-то перестали продавать... жаль только для Санджи не нашли оранжевую рубашку. Что ж, будем прочесывать магазины...

Еще купила ткань на юбку для Нами. пора уже начинать шить, а то не успею сделать 4 костюма до СОСа...

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~hyaku yon jyuu ichi~

Закончилась еще неделя. насыщенная вышла. причем минусов не было.

Плюсы:

-я всю неделю пробыла с Санджи) Даже удалось 3 раза остаться вместе ночевать, а такое не каждый день выпадает.

-я наконец-то закончила сдавать экзамены и закрыла эту долбанную сессию. причем сдала на отлично. Да здравствует повышенная стипендия!!!!!!!!!!

-на выходных был пикник. Прикольный. В честь дня Ивана Купала. Все нечистью наряжались. Пили мало, но веселились много. Мы с Усоппом берегинь изображали. Когда стемнело, все на берег ходили, прыгали там через костер. купались, танцевали.



А нет, были минусы:

-сгорела сетевуха у компа. на самом деле, это мелочи)

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~hyaku yon jyuu~

Секреты-это когда ножом вырезают узоры на твоем сердце, при этом садистски улыбаясь.

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~hyaku san jyuu kyuu~

Ему плохо, а я ничем не могу помочь...так обидно(

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~hyaku san jyuu hachi~

Наконец-то!!!! наконец-то закончилась неделю мучений. я сдала эту чертову литру!!!!!! теперь я могу спокойно отдыхать до 6го. Там еще один экзамен, но он легкий. Не надо больше сидеть целыми днями и зубрить.

Еще на выходных ездила на пикник в Бердск. Забавно было, особенно если учесть, что напились мы еще в начале вечера. Перед поездкой накама подарили мне большого медвежонка. он такой кавайный!!!! и даже разговаривать умеет.

Теперь жду 6го. там меня ожидает еще один пикник)

@музыка: Andy Hunter - The Wonders of You

@настроение: класс!!

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~hayku san jyuu nana~

Сегодня мой день рождения, а сердце не на месте...(

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~hyaku san jyuu roku~

Почему-то понравилось...

надо знать английский

Her body felt heavy as she fell. Her vision blurred, and although she knew she had screamed, she couldn’t hear it.



Hmm. What’s going on? I feel odd.



Wow, I sure do hurt. I wonder what happened to me.



Dimly, she heard him call her name. He sounded so distant, and he didn’t seem to be getting any closer.



Well, let’s see… there’s red all around me. What is that?



Argh, can’t move my fingers. Oh, wait. There we go. It’s blood.



So, I’m surrounded by blood. There’s sure a lot of it. Where’s it coming from?



Oh, I get it. It’s coming from me. I must be dying…



…oh, crap.



Soi Fong couldn’t believe it. She simply could not believe it. Yoruichi couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. Yoruichi was invincible. Yoruichi was her idol. And most importantly, it was impossible that she could get killed.



Except it wasn’t.



A coffin was brought down the aisle. Numbly, Soi Fong could only watch as they buried her body. She couldn’t move, and she felt as though she was holding her breath the entire time. Soon the ceremony was over.



She dimly remembered people talking to her, reassuring her, patting her shoulder. She dimly remembered people sobbing, wailing, bawling. She dimly remembered seeing him walk past her, holding the heroine in his arms.



As she finally became aware of her surroundings, she saw there was no one else there. They had all left. Only she was there.



No, wait. He was there too. The man that had brought her body back.



Urahara Kisuke.



Even though he was back in Soul Society, he still wore his merchant’s clothes and hat. At the moment, he was staring at her grave, his lips sealed, his body still. Soi Fong observed him for a while, remembering that time…



It was another day, a day when Aizen still hadn’t been caught and her idol was gone to the front lines. She had had to stay behind to help maintain order in Soul Society. Her heroine had been gone for a week.



Soi Fong then felt it; a blast of reiatsu, definitely very far away, yet strong enough to reach her here. She pondered for a moment who it could be, until she recognized it as that of Urahara Kisuke. Was the enemy so powerful that he had to use that much reiatsu? Against her will, Soi Fong felt a pang of worry for him and Yoruichi.



The entire day, she waited, concern gnawing at her all the while. Finally, just as the sun was setting in the distance, she had seen a shadow set across the horizon. The orange haired ryoka called out to the figure. The ryoka, along with the former twelfth division captain, his odd crew, and others, had been asked to come to Soul Society to help the war against Aizen.



“Oi! Urahara!” he shouted. At that moment, the strange man came into better view, and she found that he was carrying something.



“Huh? Yo! Urahara! What’s that you’re carrying?” The orange haired boy started forward when, suddenly, the female ryoka gasped and burst into tears. The boy turned back and immediately asked her what was wrong, along with the Quincy and other ryoka.



She herself stared at the approaching former twelfth division captain, who was heading straight in her direction. She remembered thinking how it was strange that only he was there. Where was Yoruichi?



Then, seemingly a second later although it much longer, he was walking right past her. Complete and utter silence. In his arms was an olive skinned woman, her purple hair covering her face and dried blood staining her bright orange clothes. Her eyes were closed, and her arms hung limply, wobbling slightly as the man walked.



She couldn’t speak.



After he had passed her, she stayed in shock. Her mind was racing, trying to process the information that had just been stuck in front of her face. Eventually, she turned around. All she saw was his retreating back. She felt so weak, as though she would faint.



She fell on her knees, and, unknowingly, started to cry. It was a silent period, as tears strolled down her face, and only did she felt a drop on her hand did she realize it. Immediately she wiped away her tears and began back to her quarters.



She needed rest.



And then, of course, came the news to everyone and the planning of her funeral.



And there was Soi Fong now.



Soi Fong gazed at her idol’s grave. Tears were, yet again, welling in her eyes. This time, she could do nothing to stop them. They started down her face as she let out a sob. She couldn’t bear it anymore. She turned and ran. Ran as far as her legs would carry her, sobbing all the while, holding her head in her hands and squeezing shut her eyes.



This time, Urahara really was all alone.



“Yoruichi…” He paused. “Idiot. I warned you, didn’t I?” he said softly.



“Yoruichi, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked earnestly.



“Huh?” Yoruichi turned to him, obvious bewilderment at being asked this question.



“You do realize you could die out there.”



Yoruichi let a bark of laughter. “Wait, you’re worried about me?” Seeing the somber look on his face, however, she stopped.



“You know me well enough to know that I can take care of myself. Besides…” Here, her lips curved upwards slightly. “Soi Fong basically asked me the same thing.” Urahara raised his eyebrows.



“And?”



“AND I told her,” her eyes glinted mischievously, “that no matter what, I’ll be strong enough to come back alive. Maybe with a severed hand or spewing up blood, but I’ll be alive.”



Urahara couldn’t help but smile. Yoruichi always could make him laugh, even in the worst situations.



“Guess you couldn’t keep your promise to her, Yoruichi…” he murmured. He remembered it, clear as day. Her scream. How couldn’t he?



They had been surrounded. There were far more hollows then there were shinigami. Dead bodies littered the battlefield. Urahara burst through the battlefield, killing anything in his path. That’s when he saw her.



She was also fighting, using her excellent shunpo to her advantage. Her hair had come loose in the struggle, and her body had obtained various, though minor, injuries. He had been trying to get to her, to assist her, when he had come behind her.



Ulquiola.



It had been instant. Blood splattered her clothes as she let out a shriek. She fell to the ground with a thud. He had been horrified. He had called out to her. She had not responded.



At this point, he was demolishing the hollows in an instant, and finally, finally reached her.



Realizing she was still alive, he quickly used Benihime and her Bloodmist Shield. It stayed up most of the time, only receding when he quickly attacked another monster. That’s when he heard her.



“Ki… su…ke…”



“What is it?” His voice had been gentle, so quiet, in contrast to the hollows and their cries.



“I have to… tell… you…” His mind immediately started at that. He was numb. Whenever people said something like that, they were about to…



“Don’t say anything. You’ll be fine.” The lie that came out of his mouth. The thing he desperately wanted to believe. The feeble comfort he tried to give.



“No…I just… I’m glad I met you, Kisuke…” She became silent, and for a moment, he feared she was gone. His dread was dispelled, however, when she continued.



“Kisuke… what I mean to say is… I… I love you… there. I said it. Over time… I… I’ve always felt like… I was gradually… being attracted… to you more and more. Finally, I can admit it…”



He was completely numb. Completely silent.



“My only regret is… that I can’t prove it… but… Kisuke… I’m sorry…” She was crying. It tore his heart to see her cry.



“I love you… Kisuke…” Her eyes closed.



He snapped.



His bankai was released without hesitation. Hollows were slaughtered mercilessly. Ulquiola had his usual cool as he attacked Urahara.



There was no way in hell Urahara would lose to Yoruichi’s murderer.



It was over in nearly an instant; Ulquiola’s head dropped to the ground, Urahara glancing at the red covered Benihime.



It was over then. The hollows all fell at the hands of the shinigami. Aizen still had not been killed, but Urahara would make sure he was, and soon.



“Yoruichi… you really are an idiot. You said you’d come back.” He sighed and a sad smile grew on his face. “You were never good at keeping promises, though, were you?” The wind whistled softly, as though trying to answer his question.



“Y’know, Yoruichi…” He paused thoughtfully. “I’m glad we met too.” He sighed again. “Well, I’ll have to go now, I bet. We still got all affairs with Aizen not dead yet. I’ll see ya as soon as I can, though. Probably’ll have nothing new to report, though.” He turned and started to walk away. At about ten feet away, he stopped and turned back to the grave.



“Oh, and by the way,” he said casually, “I love you too.”



He turned around and walked away.

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~hyaku san jyuu go~

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~hyaku san jyuu san~

Почему то в голову пришла старая цитата "Как иногда хорошо думать, что тебя уже нет". К чему бы это?

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~hyaku san jyuu ni~

Хорошая цитата:



...Гетеросексуальность, гомосексуальность, бисексуальность, транссексуальность. Мозги плавятся. Когда-то для всех этих хитрых ситуёвин одно-единственное слово было. Смешное такое. Сейчас не вспомню уже...

Ах да - любовь.

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