Rant #1

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I was right, I was going to post another thing on right after the last one. And I wasn’t even planning on it. As the title says this will be a rant. And because of this rant, it will all be my opinion. I’ll probably do a few of these though, but anyway I need to vent.

I am in the tenth grade of high school. I am also in a couple of honours classes(An honours class is an academic class that’s a little harder, and challenges you more then other courses), this semester I am in honours English. Next semester it’ll be honours social studies.

Now right now we’re still on Christmas break, and being on Christmas break means we don’t go to school for about two weeks or so. And my English teacher decided to give us a book for our novel study unit to read over the break, as well questions to answer, and a booklet to work on.

Over the two weeks I have cleaned a large portion of my house about three times, and have wasted a small portion of the first few days before Christmas playing Pokemon heart gold. I’ve been trying to raise my Pokemon’s level to match that of the last gym leader’s but it’s not working to well, and I’ve gone back to the gym a lot.

Anyways, I wouldn’t really mind this if the book was one I hadn’t already read, or it was an independent novel study. But I read ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ I think two or so summers ago. I like the book, but it took me almost a month straight of reading it to finish it. I need to finish it, but as of lately. Actually as of I got this break from school, my brain hasn’t been functioning very well, and I swear my house has been hit by sloth(One of the seven deadly sins if you know anything about it, if not it’s basically when you don’t want to do anything and you think even standing up is bothersome).

I know I should be happy that I can actually go to school, and learn, and get a good education, and there are a lot of people over seas in other countries that would kill to be in my place, but seriously! Who assigns homework over a break? I understand if a student is far behind on work, or if you give them a worksheet, or tell them to watch this movie and take a few notes on it, or there’s going to be a test when you get back, or something!

But a thick novel, almost 150 questions on the novel, quotes to do, and I still have some math I need to do aswell. This one I can understand. I e-mail my math teacher, he sends me the question sheet, I do it, I take a picture and send it to him to get the answer key, that’s fair. That’s one worksheet, with an alternative I can, and did, do.

*sigh*Well thanks for listening to me rant out about God knows what. I’ll post something when I get over writers block.

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Merry Freaking Christmas To You Guys

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I said I’d do this near the end of the year. And it’s the end of the year. I’d have done this a little later, but let’s face it. I haven’t posted anything in a really long time(I apologize, I haven’t felt like it, and I have been trying. But when you got writer’s block what can you do?) and I’m probably not going to until the new year, maybe February(Watch, I’m gonna post this and tomorrow I’m going to wake up and write four or five things.

Anyway, over the year or so I’ve been blogging, and you guys have been reading, I’ve gotten a writing quote every time I posted a story or something(Up until recently, maybe they ran out of quotes, maybe they found it troublesome to do it, I don’t know, but I really liked it and felt like it helped to inspire writers to keep on writing. But that’s my opinion). And I’ve been collecting a few of them. And I thought at the end of every year why not share some of the inspiration I got to make me a better writer to some of my readers? Keep in mind these are quotes, I will include who said/wrote them first as well, and I did copy them correct if you’re wondering.

“The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and Old Night and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild and creative delight.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.” Marsha Norman

“The scariest moment is always just before you start.” Stephen King

“I have made this letter longer because I have not the time to make it shorter.” Blaise Pascal

“Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.” Carol Burnett

“Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.” Jules Renard

“Writing is a struggle against silence.” Carlos Fuentes

“My idea’s usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” Anais Nin

“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” W. Somerset Maugham

“Be obscure clearly.” E.B. White

“I love words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.” Anne Rice

“The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can’t help it.” Leo Rosten

“Every writer I know has trouble writing.” Joseph Heller

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” Gustave Flaubert

“A metaphor is like a simile.” Unknown Author

“There is creative reading as well as creative writing.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I love being a writer. What I can’t stand is the paperwork.” Peter De Vries

“To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.” Phyllis Theroux

“If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.” Tennessee Williams

“The desire to write grows with writing.” Desiderius Erasmus

“Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.” Unknown Author

“Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.” Isaac Ascnov

Yu Yu Hakusho Hiei Lemon

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I cringed as I looked on to what my brother was holding out. It was a strapless red jumper with white cotton on the top and around each of the short leg holes. There was a black belt at the waist that finished it off and gave it the female santa look.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned as he tossed it to me.

“Just try it on.” Geen said, “I’ll need to make alterations as it is.”

“I’m no wearing this.” I told him.

“Please, Ayame.” Be begged, “One of the other girls from work can’t be there and we need someone else who can fit into sample size outfits. This could be huge for the company.”

I rolled my eyes, “Be glad I love you.” I hissed and stormed back upstairs to my room.

I slammed the door to show my displeasure with him. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head as soon as the door closed, quickly pulling my jeans and bra off as well. I quickly slipped the jumper on and scrunched up my nose as I looked in the mirror. I really hated my hair come Christmas time. My brother, Geen always dressed me in red. And I hated red.

My arms flew to my shoulders and my teeth started chattering as the window was open. I turned around swiftly and saw Hiei staring at me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him pulling him in quickly and shutting the window fast.

“What are you wearing?” He asked me as he pulled his shoes off.

“It’s called a jumper.” I told him and pt my hands on my hips, “And don’t ask me how but I got suckered into wearing this for Geen’s fashion show.”

“Hn.” He said and looked me up and down before scrunching up his nose in a similar manner as my own, “Red still isn’t your colour.”

“Tell me about it.” I said and pulled open the door, “But, Geen always makes me wear a lot of it around Christmas. I don’t know why.”

“Red, and green.” Hiei said as we walked down the stairs.

I shrugged, “I guess.”

We walked the rest of the distance in silence.

“I refuse to go to your thing in shorts this short.” I stated coming into the living room, Hiei in toe.

“So you’re boyfriend’s here I see.” Daddy said as everyone was preparing for the baseball game.

I nodded.

Geen put his pointer finger and thumb under his chin as he looked at me.

“I’ll make them longer another three inches.” He said, “Everywhere else fit fine?”

“The elastic at the bust could be tighter.” I said.

He grinned, “I was gonna turn that into a draw string.”

“I think thats the better option.” I said, “Can I also get a hood or something for over my shoulders?”

“Why?” He asked bring out a measuring tape, needle and thread.

“It’s freezing outside, and it’s way too much skin showing.” I hissed.

“Hime, I thought girls your age would have loved to walk around in something like that.” Daddy asked.

“Most girls would.” I agreed, “But considering it’s the middle of December, and it’s not a dance costume of any kind, I think this is either better saved for summer, or changed so I don’t get frost bite from standing here.”

“I’ll turn up the heat.” Hika offered as he left the room.

“Thanks!” I called to him before turning back to Daddy, “I’m also not most girls.”

“That’s true.” He said.

“Up.” Geen said and pulled out the stool I always stood on for him to do alterations.

Hiei leaned against the wall and watched it all. It took a good hour before it was set. I would get the length on the shorts, and a school girl-ish collar with a hood attached to that. The draw strings were also there which I kinda liked.

“Can I get out of this thing now?” I asked as he wrote one last thing down.

“Yeah, go put some actual cloths on.” He teased.

I grinned at him and shot up stairs. I threw my door close so fast I didn’t notice anything else. I pushed the top off of my chest and down my torso, I quickly stepped out of it and reached for my jeans, but a hand stopped me.

I was quickly spun around to meet eyes with Hiei.

“Horny from watching my brother work on that slut out fit?” I asked and blinked innocently.

“Just from you.” He said and stroked my cheek lovingly.

I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He scooped me up and pinned me to the bed and he attacked my mouth. Tounges dancing in a hot war, his hands running over every inch of exposed skin they could feel. But I couldn’t feel much of him. I tugged on his shirt, and he pulled away just long enough to take it off and throw it to the opposite side of the room.  I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him as close to me as I could get him.

He pulled away again and practically ripped off my panties. He slid one of my legs over his shoulder and sent me a devilish smirk before he went in eating me out.

I moaned out loud, I quickly covered my mouth with my hands in case one of my brothers would hear.  Soon, a coil built up in the pit of my stomach.

“Hiei.” I whimpered as it released. He spent the next moment or two lapping up any and all juices that came from me.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He said and undid his belts.

“What about them?” I asked still seeing stars.

“The tv’s up to loud, and they’re constant yelling at the thing probably helps.” He said and leaned down to kiss me once more, “But don’t worry, onna, I won’t make you scream loud enough for them to come inspecting anything.”

I blushed but nodded as he slid into me slowly. I bit my lip and gripped the sheets, no matter how many times we did this it still hurt. He was huge.

I finally gasped when it didn’t hurt anymore. Hiei smirked and rolled us over so I was on top. I placed my hands on his chest and he put his on my hips. I went up and down on him, slowly at first, but we soon sped up.

Moaning like crazy I couldn’t take it anymore. I came right away as Hiei was still supporting and making me thrust onto him. He finally broke and growled when he did it. I had trouble keeping my balance so I had to support myself by having my hands on either side of his torso.

He slowly pulled me off of him and lied me next to him. I was about to drift off to sleep, when I was picked up and something was forced over my head.

My head came out a hole and I looked to see Hiei trying to dress me in the warmest sweater I had.

I smiled at him and pulled my arms through the sleeves myself. He also passed me a pair of panties and sweat pants.

“Thanks.” I said and lied back down.

“I have to take care of my, onna.” He said.

I nodded and smiled at him. He understood what I wanted him to do and lied down next to me. I snuggled up to his chest and brought thick covers over us as he wrapped his arms around me. And as usual, I drifted off to this.

Hiei’s pov.

I stared at, Ayame with a million questions in mind. She had told me all about the human holiday, Christmas. How it was about giving and love. Before she fell asleep I wanted to ask her what love was. But I’d be a baka if I asked.

The way she smiles at me, holds me, when we make love, how she says my name, how she accepts me, and even when she scolds me.

In every single action she does, I know the love I was deprived of my entire life.

I stroked her long green hair lovingly. This onna loved me for me. Be it a monster, curse, killer or what have you.

“Onna, you gave me much more then you could dream.” I whispered and kissed the top of her head as I settled down for rest with her.