There Is Only Hitsuzen

They had been twins even before death. Most who met them, and knew who they were, thought that perhaps Roderich had made one, then later the other. As if one were the mortal descendant of the other. But that wasn't true. Matthew and Alfred had always been brothers, they'd been together through life and death, and Roderich took them as a pair. He found them entrancing, couldn't bring himself to pass them by.

Matthew had, oddly enough, been the stronger of the two. He was older, and had grown up with the impression that it was his job to take care of his younger brother. Alfred was sickly, but he was determined. He had a skill for finding and getting out of trouble, but Matthew always ended up cleaning his messes.

When Roderich had first approached the boys, they were only 5. Too young to be turned at the time, but too fragile to be left on their own. So he took them. He slipped into the small one room house the boys lived in with their parents, and stole the boys away. Took them far away, kept them hidden and safe until they were 18, when he changed them both.

The boys had, of course, struggled with their captive, but had given up by the time they were turned and had even grown to love their maker in an odd way all their own. But they never developed much of an understanding for other people. Their interactions were mostly between each other and Roderich, and the servants that took care of them during the day. The only servant they paid much mind to, however, was a young woman who served as their main caretaker.

Her name was Lilian, and she was not like the other servants. Like Roderich, she was not human. She was something else all together. She hid when night came, but stayed with them all day. Taught them lessons, told stories, and did her best to soothe Alfred when his illness got to be too much.

But the worst bouts came late at night. When Roderich had locked himself away with his books and piano and the boys were left alone. Matthew would do his best to take care of Alfred, though most nights, he ended up just holding his brother's weak, shivering and sweating body, speaking to him in a language only Matthew could remember and brushing his fingers through Alfred's sweat-dampened hair.

When the boys turned thirteen Roderich wished to change them. Alfred's body grew weak, and the doctors that Roderich would call to the house could give no explination. They could not relieve the boy of his symptoms, could not even pin point the source. They offered temporary cures, each worse then the last, and Matthew would not let many of them be tried. Roderich wanted both, he didn't wish to risk another year when Alfred seemed so close to death.

Lilian was the one to change Roderich's mind. She reminded him how hard the change could be, and begged of him to wait. He fell for her pleading, and left the boys in her care. Lilian called on someone the boys had never met before. A tall man whose white hair and skin, his demonic red eyes, made him appear to be a ghost. He terrified Alfred, and his presence enraged Roderich.

But he brought with him a temporary cure for Alfred's illness. A small boy, whose eyes were as pale blue as ice, and hair the color of wheat. He was bundled warm, and the ghost like man carried him as though he were a babe, despite his age appearing closer to the twins.

The pale man's name was Gilbert. He gave no name for the boy he craddled. He simply called him 'Jungen', which Lilian explained meant 'boy' in Gilbert's language, it was in no way the boy's actual name. Still, it was all Matthew or Alfred knew to call him. Alfred tried hard to coax Jungen into a coversation, but he never uttered a word, hardly even moved. He was left with them for the length of Gilbert's stay, always bundled up and catered too like a precious doll.

Gilbert would often stay with them as well, though never for long periods of time. He would come and check on them frequently, and if Lilian was there, as she usually was during the day, he would slip in and sit with them to hear one of her stories, or to share one of his own. Matthew wasn't particularly fond of Gilbert. He seemed like a very nice man- if a bit obnoxious and rude, but he watched Alfred the way a predator might watch it's chosen prey. With patience and cold sharpness in his eyes.

Alfred was oblivious. Sometimes, Matthew thought it was his illness that made his mind too foggy, but when his brother spoke of Gilbert, it was always with adoration and a great desire to be brave and capable like the pale man Matthew was beginning to believe must be a demon. Gilbert's stories were heroic and painted him in a light Matthew knew to be untrue, but Alfred ate up. Matthew pleaded with Lilian to make Gilbert leave, he feared that the albino's presence would lead to Alfred's death. She just smiled sadly, and shook her head, assured him that Alfred's life would be much easier with Gilbert there.

Gilbert and Jungen would stay with them at night as well. When Alfred's attacks would hit, Matthew would help him while the other two watched with bored expressions. Neither moved to help, and as much as this frustrated Matthew, part of him was grateful. His brother was his and he didn't like the idea of Gilbert getting near him. Feared that Gilbert would take Alfred from him.

These nights were different only in the way Gilbert and Jungen watched. Jungen was silent as ever, his gaze observing, though he never reacted. Gilbert though, he would sit near the bed- never on it- and begin to tell stories. Alfred, weak after his attacks, would press his hot face against Matt's shoulder or chest, and listen to Gilbert's stories while Matthew ran his fingers through his hair and soothed him as much as he could.

It would be nearly a year before Matthew would find out why Gilbert and Jungen were so important his brother's survival. They grew used to Jungen's blank expression and silence, and though Matthew would never truly trust Gilbert, he did relax and stop pleading for him to be made to leave. Alfred's attacks became further apart, but he grew more clingy, always seeking out physical contact with his brother, as though he could sense something about to happen. He grabbed Matthew's hand, and would make him sit on the bed with him, instead of on the floor or in a chair when they had lessons. If he was well enough to venture outside, he would stay close to his brother, press against his side, and never linger.

Then one night, after Lilian had left them, and Roderich had become fed up with Gilbert, Alfred had what was possiblyt the worst attack of his life. It made his skin hot as fire, and he screamed and writhed, lashed out when Matthew tried to hold him still. When the thrashing finally stopped, he still wasn't free of it, weak and feeble from his struggle, Alfred went pale, and lay limp on the bed, eyes wide but glassy and unseeing. His breath came so heavy it seemed as if his lungs might inplode, and Matthew was terrified of touching his brother now. So afraid that he might break Alfred, should he move too close.

Gilbert had no such reservations. Once the attack had ended and Alfred lay mostly still, Gilbert unwrapped Jungen from his many blankets and clothing, and when he was stripped of nearly everything, lifted the boy up into his arms. Beneath the clothes, Jungen was nearly as pale as Gilbert, but his skin was motled with dark bruises and odd sores, his limbs were bound heavily with stained bandages, and he lay as limp as always in Gilbert's arms. His head did lift as they neared the bed, and he seemed to truly look at Alfred for the first time.



Gilbert laid Jungen on the bed beside Alfred, leaving the covers thrown aside, and walked around to Matthew. For the first time, Matthew did not react as Gilbert rested a hand on his shoulder. He was too shocked, and too afraid to fight even as Gilbert steered him out of the room. His body moved on automatic, but his head turned, and he twisted, even as he walked, to look back and see what was happening.

Before Gilbert shut the door, Matthew caught a glimpse of Jungen moving- for the first time in almost a year- on his own. The boy moved slowly, almost painfully so, and straddled Alfred's prone form, leaning down as if for a kiss. Matthew's heart thudded painfully, and as the door closed, he moved to try and open again. Gilbert caught him around the middle and lifted him off his feet as if he were no more than a child and not a boy of fourteen.

Matthew screamed, and thrashed, kicked and bite, and swore at Gilbert for a long time before he could do so no more. Gilbert dropped him, and he sprawled on the floor, head turned and eyes locked on the closed door that was his brother and his room. The glow from the candles in the hall could not hide the odd green glow that came from inside the door. After a few moments, Matthew rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself to his feet, moving towards the door. He was afraid to open it, instead slid down to sit against it, ear pressed to it, and knees pulled to his chest. Worry bringing tears to his eyes, as he listened, tried to hear anything that could let him know what was going on.


Roderich, who had come out to see what all the noise was, stood beside Gilbert, watching his charge with cool violet eyes. He said nothing, and after a few moments, moved forward to take Matthew's hand, pulling him forcibly to his feet. Matthew only struggled minorly as the dark haired vampire pulled him back into the study he'd come from. Roderich only spared Gilbert an annoyed glare before shutting the door.

That night, Matthew did not sleep. He sat in Roderich's study, listening to the man play his piano until the sun began to rise, then returned to the hall to sit outside the door to his bedroom. Gilbert leaned against the far wall, and only looked up long enough to make sure Matthew would not enter the room.

The green glow did not fade until well into the next day. Even Lilian did not enter the room. She brought Matthew food, and tried to coax him to get some rest in one of the guest rooms. He never moved, never looked at her, just kept his ear to the door, and stared down at that odd green glow that didn't fade even when sunlight poured into the hall from the high windows. When it did fade, Gilbert was the one to move, for the first time since he'd leaned against the wall, he opened the door and Matthew scrambled in.

The candles were burned down, the room dark and quiet. Matthew almost tripped on a footstool as he moved inside. When he reached the bed, he found Jungen laid flat on the bed like he'd been when Gilbert had left him there. Alfred had rolled onto his side, his skin was flush and hair damp, but his breathing was normal, and when Matthew touched him, he felt warm. Alfred's face scrunched up and he pulled away. This sign of life was good enough for Matthew.

A few days later, Gilbert and Jungen left. Alfred was still a bit weak when they left Roderich's estate and couldn't see them off. Matthew didn't thank them. It would take a few weeks before Alfred would show signs of the ritual that had taken place. There were no more attacks, though. Soon enough, Alfred was as healthy as Matthew. He was energetic, and more independant, didn't seem to need Matthew to hold his hand anymore.

Matthew wasn't sure if he was happy or not.

Roderich left them alone after that. Lilian wasn't needed as much now that Alfred was better, but she still spent every day with them. Roderich left. He said he had business elsewhere, they couldn't get any other details from him. He was gone for months, the boys almost believed he wouldn't be returning at all.

When he came back, he looked exhausted, but he gave no time for proper greetings, instead ordering the boys to pack their things. "We must leave," he said when he entered their room, "Very quickly, there's little time."

The twins weren't sure how to react, but they did as told. Shoving their clothes and a few small possessions into bags. Matthew took a small book written entirely in french, Alfred a golden telescope that Gilbert had left. They were curious and frightened by Roderich's behavior. He never woke the servants. Just led the boys out into the dark.

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They walked for a long time before reaching a small house deep in the woods. The sun would rise soon, and Roderich disappeared for the day in the back room. The twins were so exhausted from their travels they slept most of the day themselves, curled up together on a pile of hay in the corner. They woke midday, to the sounds of Lilian working the small wood stove. She made them a tasteless porridge and made sure both eat, but would not answer any questions.

She stayed after dark for the first time since Gilbert, disappearing into the back room and stayed there for a long time. They could hear soft murmurs but couldn't make out words. When Roderich came out there were no answers to be had, and they went to continue traveling.

For days this continued. At night they walked, during the day they slept in abandoned homes, caves, anywhere they could be hidden. Lilian would be there when the boys woke, but she left before Roderich would rejoin them.

The first time Roderich fed off either of them was one night, late. Alfred had begun to doze as he walked, and they stopped early. Roderich had not fed in some time, and called Matthew to him, out of sight of Alfred. Pulled the boy close, almost hugged him, before biting down on his shoulder. Matthew cried and tried to pull away, but couldn't get free. He found himself getting weaker and weaker, feared death before finally letting himself relax against his guardian. Roderich released him reluctantly, and sent Matthew to sleep.

Matthew curled around Alfred, who was already asleep and pressed his wet face against his brother's shoulder, and clung to him. When he woke up, it was almost night, his head felt heavy. They stayed there that night, and for the first time, it was Alfred who comforted Matthew. Who held him, and talked to him in a hushed voice, running his fingers through Matthew's hair. He didn't ask what was wrong.

They would continue to move around for a long time. Roderich fed off both boys slowly. Alfred, though no longer prone to his illnesses like he'd been before, still could not spare as much blood as Matthew. About a year passed, and the feedings and resting became part of the routine. Lilian brought food in the mornings, told stories and never seemed to lose track of where they were. They moved as often as possible, never spending much time in any one place.

Then, one day, Roderich brought them to a large mansion. It was on an estate filled with trees and plants, ponds. The person who opened the door for them was a young boy with caramel colored hair, he was excited and energetic, led them to a large room with a grand piano like the one Roderich used to play for the boys. They were left in this room, the boy disappeared and came back with a tall woman who was dressed in fine silk, though she walked like a man would.

She kissed both of Roderich's cheeks, hugged him and even cried. She did the same for Matthew and Alfred when they were introduced. The boys didn't hug back, didn't know how to react. It was from Matthew that she pulled away from. He'd been stiff in her arms, wouldn't look up at her. "Oh... oh, Roderich." Her hands held Matthew's shoulders, but her head turned to Roderich, looking at him as if he'd broken her heart. "Why? Was Ludwig not enough?"

Roderich dropped his gaze, "I don't wish to talk about this, Elizaveta. May we stay here, or not?"

I hope the end of the year celebrations have been great for everyone. Mine have a been a bit edgey.

I thought I'd just post a real quick Happy New Year for everyone, and apologize to anyone who cares, for my not being online this week.

Sadly, my computer is out of commission, and since I'm terminally shy, I haven't managed to force myself to venture into the library computers. So until I can get my computer back, no one will be hearing from me, as I'm stuck without... *sniffles*

Christmas started out good. I mean, really good. Sure I woke up with no voice, but it was CHRISTMAS, and there were GIFTS, and there was going to be SWEETS, I was so excited! And it was wonderful at first. I got some GREAT things, when I really didn't ask for anything... in fact, I'm pretty sure I told my mom and dad just to get me, like, a card, or something small, maybe a movie.

I got new hot HOT pink boots (which are sooooo awesome),  Betty Boop socks(*Squeal*) a copy of the movie Up, and of course, the top gift of the day: a brand new iPOD.

Now, for the biggest let down of the day.

The iPOD is defective. The spot you plug your headphones in, is so small, that none of the headphones I have, not even the ones it CAME with, will fit in it. So I can't use it, not really. Which sucks beyond belief, cause as much as I love my current iPod, it's really worn out, and it's been through hell.

So that really sucked, and I was really bugged by it. But I thought, hey I'll just not tell them for now, and I'll tell them tomorrow or something, just let my parents chill for today.

My dad stressed about us getting out of the house, and to my grandma's by 1pm, cause that was the set time for us to be there.

Mom's sugar crashed, and she was sick.

Dad got pissed off. He was furious, and it really didn't help matters when my mom called to have my cousin just come pick ME and the gifts up(Note: I stood by her, waving my arms, and mouthing "NO!", but apparently that meant nothing.), and finally my mom had to call my cousin BACK, to tell her NOT to come get everything. So my dad, in a totally fit of rage, took all the gifts, and took them and dropped them off at my grandmother's, on his own.

When he came back, I had spent the full twenty minutes, squeezing the hell out of a poor, defenseless little octopus-toy my dad got me, and trying hard as hell not to snap at my mother with what little voice I have.

She spent the whole time, apologizing. "I'm sorry I didn't get you more," "I'm sorry we're not going to your Grandmother's," "I'm sorry about your iPOD,".

I love my mother to death, that I'll love her for the rest of my life. But when I'm stressed because of one of my dad's blow-ups, all I want to do is listen my music as loudly as I am, and block out the world long enough to gather myself together. But she wouldn't let me go, she wanted me to stay downstairs with her.

When dad came home, he was getting better. And mom was okay, and all I could think was, "PLEASE let me go upstairs, let me just curl up and disappear with my headphones on and something non-holiday related."

So for about.... ten minutes, I got to live under the impression that we were staying home.... Just long enough to turn them computer on, and get everything up to do a ShinoTen slideshow, a request, and all I could THINK was "Thank GOD I have something to concentrate on," and then....

"GET READY, WE'RE LEAVING."

.... Smeet.

So I left the computer and everything on, I changed into more appropriate clothes, grabbed my bag, and followed them out to the car. The car ride was okay. Mom had to fight with the stereo to get the CD player to work- which is always mildly amusing.

But then we got to the house. And of course, I'm still sick, from three days ago, when I was, as my uncle put's it "sick as a dog", so I look like shit. Not my fault my dad had been so stressful already. Not like I could avoid dad's screaming, and mom's screaming back. So sorry.

I have barely any voice, my head is pounding, all I can think of is coming home and curling up and sleeping for the rest of eternity, and the first thing my 'beloved' cousin says to me, is that when I talk, I sound like a man. Argh! Thanks a LOT Crystal, like I'm feeling self-conscious enough, let's point out one of the things that not only HURTS the most, but is also causing the most SOCIAL DISCOMFORT. 

Then my mom got in a fight with Crystal's husband, which I can't blame her, I wanted to fight him... but the problem was, Crystal wanted me to stop my mom, but even if I could have talked, or gotten it into my raw throat to yell, I would have backed my mother up. And GOD did I want to, more than ANYTHING in the world.

Luckily though, we got HOME in one piece. And of course, the first thing I notice upon entering the house, is my kitty-cat, Pixie, all curled up in a box that we'd used yesterday to hold my dad's new bathrobe. He was fast asleep, and didn't even look at us, it was so cute. He'd been in the same spot before we left, too.

And last night, he spent the WHOLE night, laying on the paper, and crawling on top of the presents as we got them out to wrap. We have two cats, but he was the only one to cause so much trouble, which was cute at first, then annoying, then aggravating. I remember coming upstairs to clean off my bed, so I could get some sleep at some point, and I heard my mom talking to him. 

 

"Pixie! I will KICK you if you don't get off the paper, but now matter how long you LAY there, I will not, under any circumstances WRAP you, or BOX you, so GET." 

It was hilarious. And today, seeing all relaxed in that box, was just so sweet, and nice, it was really needed after the stressful day. As fare as I know, he still hasn't moved.

The whole iPod thing hasn't been resolved yet. The store it was bought from is closed. Buuuuuuut, in my mom's first attempt to call the store, she accidently called a porn number first! Her face was amazing! lmao! It was great. And then of course, I had to call the number and hear for myself. It was fricking smeetlarious!

So for the bads, we've found some good... still don't know if it was worth it, but I'm getting to be in a much better mood, at least. ^-^

Well, it ended yesterday and I failed miserably. It seems my choice of doing a fanfic was my downfall. I couldn't get myself to let the characters do anything that they wouldn't do if really put in any situation, causing me to doubt what I had written at certain points, and to be unable to do anything to force it along.

So, sadly, I have officially failed the contest, but maybe I'll try again next year, with a non-fanfiction story. As an up, I am continuing the story, I don't plan on not finishing it, just because the contest is over, mainly because I love my plot, and I want to write it out to the end.

I'm also working on a few Naruto stories, as that fandom has shoved it's way back into my head. I also have the plot for a Ben 10 story that has been stuck in my head for about two months, that I might try my hand at writing just to get it out of my head, as well as an InuYasha story or two. I've always wanted to go back to my story with Ayame, and I think I may have figured out how to do it.

I'm also still doing the 100 Colors Contest, but I think I chose a really bad coupling for it. Rahne and X23, suddenly don't seem as compatible as they did originally. I'll keep trying, though, maybe I'll do a second one, with a single character? Who knows.

Okay, I've written..... Nothing today. I did try, I have the file open and ready to write in, but I haven't been able to get anything written! Try as I might, I just can't seem too.

I blame this mainly on the BatmanTAS/XME plot that hit me a few days ago, and decided to flesh itself out now. It's kept me busy all day today, and it doesn't help much that I slept in so late today. It's late now, and technially it's actually the 11th day of the contest, but shhh, since I haven't gone to sleep yet, it feels like it's only the  10th.

Anyway, I'm at about....

 

13380 / 50000 words. 27% done!

I should so much further than this!! I did so well the first couple of days. I guess I burnt myself out, damn it.

Anyway, I've got the first chapter of this BTAS/XME fanfic almost fully written... I'm thinking of posting the NanoWrimo story up on FF.net. Put a warning up that it is for Nanowrimo, and will be going under revision when it's finished, and that it hasn't been spellchecked, grammar checked, or anything like that....

Maybe I'll get some nice reviews and it'll help me write more? That's always helped me have the encouragement I needed to write a fanfic. In fact, I think it's my dependency on reviews that has ruined my ability to write Original things. Grrr. I'm so fricking pathetic, huh? 


Edit
 I changed my mind, I'm not gonna post the Nanowrimo story on FF.Net. I almost did, but I got scared and changed my mind. OCs are hard to do, and are the quickest stories to be ripped to shreds, are the ones that have even a minor OC in them. I had the first chapter ready to post, even uploaded, when I got this stab of fear.

I knew instantly that it was my OC saying she wasn't ready for that yet. -_- as insane as that sounds.

But after having getting FF.net to actually LET me post something again, I couldn't bare to just turn away the chance. Since my Batman: The Animated Series & X-Men: Evolution story's first chapter isn't finished yet(though it's exceptionally close to being finished), I went through my computer to look for something suitable to be posted.

I had hoped on finding a random oneshot I may have written in the past, and just not ever posted. No such luck. The only thing I had up was a copy of 'A Wolf's Soul' which had been on my first FF.Net account. I would have posted it, except that it still has all the little notes that Tia put on it, back when she beta'd it for me, in like... '05. O.o

So instead, I ended up posting the first chapter of 'The Lost One'. What I put up as the first chapter, wasn't even supposed to be a chapter. I was going to use it as just flash backs! But it's all I had written for this story, and it was finished, just needed to be spell checked, so I posted it.

Now, as I look back on it, I guess I could have reposted the first chapter of On A Faeries Wings... which would have been useful to get Naruto out of my system if I ended up having to write it now, as opposed to risking bring DBZ back in. O.o damned Goku and his friends and their fricking addictiveness.

Anyway... It's posted, and I'm getting tired, so I'm not going to bother taking it down or anything now....

I haven't written anything much in the past few days. I'm can't, I keep trying, but what I have written is driving me insane. It not even all of it, just the last 1,425 words. It's not much, I want to go back and redo... but that's against the rules, right? Maybe if I just go back...and add, then would it be okay to take? I really hate what I wrote, and it won't leave me alone.

Another problem, the Naruto fandom has reared it's ugly head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, what with all the Kakashi/Iruka pics I've got on this computer staring at me, and all the links to the Naruto sites. -_-;; I could delete them, but then I'd miss them... a lot.

So, anyway, having trouble writing, but who knows, maybe I can get back on track before I go home tomorrow afternoon? I have a lot of catching up to do, I can't believe I fell behind so much. I was doing so good....

Last night I beat the 10k mark, and I can't explain just how amazing it made me feel. I was so excited, even though I knew what I wrote to get me there sucked. I can feel it in my bones that when December comes, I'm going to have to completely rewrite most of what I've gotten. The point is, though, that it's gotten me where it has! So I'll definetly be saving the original as well, I just won't be posting it for many others to see, I might share it with Abbey-chan, but who knows.

I just started writing today and I've hit 11k and a tiny bit past it. So I'm sure I can get to 12k by nightfall, or past, it depends on how much time I spend writing, and how much time I spend playing. I've been spending a lot of time playing these last few days. I'd be more worried about it, but I'm not really in need of hurrying, cause I've gone way past the set amount of words written in three days.

 

11311 / 50000 words. 23% done!

Alright, I've gotten a good amount further along, and I've very pleased with this fact. As it is, I've gotten my main character to the place she needs to be, I'm about to bring in three other characters(all cannon, promise), who I hope will have important roles, and my story is starting to take shape.

I haven't had to put in any ninjas yet, anyway. I've also found a writing buddy, which I don't know what that means exactly, but I like to just see the words. ^^ They bring quite a smile to my face.

I've begun to look for people who would be willing to beta my story, come December. Cause as it is, I'm dying to look back and start editing now, and I'm only able to stop myself from doing so, because I've joined 100_Colors, and have been wracking my brain for what to start for there.

Anyway, I'll need someone who can help with basic grammar. Commas and things of the like are often my downfall, so I'm searching around for someone willing to beta when this whole thing is done and over with.

 

9578 / 50000 words. 19% done!

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006.	Green.	007.	Lime.	008.	White.	009.	Black.	010.	Gray.
011.	Lavander.	012.	Mahogany.	013.	Lemon.	014.	Mauve.	015.	Lilac.
016.	Coral.	017.	Peach.	018.	Brown.	019.	Tan.	020.	Golden.
021.	Avocado.	022.	Wedgewood.	023.	Jade.	024.	Turquoise.	025.	Dandelion.
026.	Cranberry.	027.	Cream.	028.	Plum.	029.	Tangerine.	030.	Sky.
031.	Salmon.	032.	Topaz.	033.	Cornflower.	034.	Garnet.	035.	Olive.
036.	Rose.	037.	Emerald	038.	Tropical Rain Forest.	039.	Aqua.	040.	Khaki.
041.	Forest.	042.	Mocha.	043.	Beige.	044.	Apricot.	045.	Dusty Rose.
046.	Pine.	047.	Pewter.	048.	Seagreen.	049.	Straw.	050.	Pumpkin.
051.	Raspberry.	052.	Grape.	053.	Rosewood.	054.	Cocoa.	055.	Magenta.
056.	Yellow.	057.	Bittersweet.	058.	Blue Violet.	059.	Blue Green.	060.	Carnation.
061.	Maroon.	062.	Melon.	063.	Orchid.	064.	Wisteria.	065.	Fuchsia.
066.	Thistle.	067.	Chestnut.	068.	Sepia.	069.	Mulberry.	070.	Asparagus.
071.	Bronze.	072.	Wild Strawberry.	073.	Royal Purple	074.	Almond.	075.	Canary.
076.	Fern.	077.	Blush.	078.	Eggplant.	079.	Scarlet.	080.	Indigo.
081.	Mango.	082.	Jazzberry.	083.	Purple.	084.	Midnight.	085.	Periwinkle.
086.	Copper.	087.	Goldenrod.	088.	Navy.	089.	Mint.	090.	Carrot.
091.	Robin's Egg.	092.	Tumbleweed.	093.	Cotton Candy.	094.	Sand.	095.	Silver.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Tags: wolfyoukairin, xmen evolution:X-23/Wolfsbane

1st Entry: Red Dress

It's the second day into the contest, and I'm feeling a lack of desire to write. I'm a bit annoyed with myself over that. I guess I need something to push me forward, ne?

My first day went really well. It rained all day, so we didn't go to the Amusement Park, and I got to stay home and write, I got a lot of writing done. No where near what some people go, Tresa-san got up into the 11 thousands! o.o

I guess, I could imagine doing that, now that I've thought more on it, cause a lot of what I did yesterday was play. I wrote in the morning, and stopped around noon, and played. I made the cover for my story, cause I wanted to have one- being the mega-visual person I am-, and found the X-Femslash group here on LJ, and just had to read..... I was weak, I know, and I'm so sorry.

I went on the chat for my area that Tresa-an had... and I got the challenge of adding Deadpool to my story at some point. She wants the Comicverse Deadpool, not movieverse. O.o I don't really know anything about him, I've only ever read a few little bios on him. So I'm doing a bit of research on him now, and I feel sorry for him.

I don't know if I can get his personality down, but I think I know how to bring him into the story.

Anyway, last night I stopped writing right on the midnight -mark, and I got a good amount of word count up for my first day, I think.

 

4933 / 50000 words. 10% done!

^-^ Anyway, if I got that much done in a single day, I'm damned determined to get just as much, if not more today and tomorrow. I just have to get two other ideas out of my head, but I'll only worry about one of them for now, cause it's just a short Rahne/X-23 drabble.... damned X-23 and her amazingness, and Rahne in her awesome wolf-ness.... O.o