Post by |lFugenCamuil| on Dec 3, 2005 22:32:24 GMT 8
ini berdasarkan request kalian^^
tapi alex lupa sapa yang buat dan dimana site ini....
jadi diketik ulang nih
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It was summer and—of course—that meant hot, humid, sticky weather.
Mr. Ishida wiped his brow nervously. He could hear the two men talking in the next room, but their voice too for him to make out what, exactly they were saying. They were the thirteenth couple that he had had to show the house in the past two days, and he had begun think that the stupid house would never get sold.
Still nervously wiping his brow, it took a time to notice the black cat that sat down in front of him.
“Meow.” It said.
“Go away,” he hissed at it. “You’ll ruin my chances of selling this house if they realize that you come with it!”
“Meeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooow.” The cat growled back.
“I said, SHOO!” Mr. Ishida shrieked.
*insert groaning sound here*
Mr. Ishida stop yelling at the cat.
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“I don’t know, Gacchan. The house is a little bit on expensive side, and we’ve only be able to come here together every so often. Wouldn’t an apartment be a better idea?” Hyde asked, tugging on his lower bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Oh, but Hyde~ Just look at how lovely the house is! It isn’t that expensive—with both of our albums coming out this year, it should be easy enough to afford it. Beside that, wouldn’t’ it be wonderful coming back at to an actual house, instead of dingy apartment complex? Just think of how beautiful this would in the spring, what with the cherry blossoms and such.” Was the overenthusiastic reply from Gackt.
Hyde eyed the younger man dubiously, the sighed. There was no point in arguing with Gackt when he got in one of “those” moods. Gackt wanted the house—and what Gackt wanted, Gackt got…unless Hyde wanted to sleep on the couch for the next three weeks, that is.
“Fine,” The vocalist for L`Arc~en~Ciel finally sighed (again), conceding defeat. Gackt turn around from his appraisal of the backyard porch to send a stunning smile Hyde’s way. “BUT,” Hyde continued before Gackt could open his mouth, “there will be a couple of rules beforehand about the house’s interior decorations. No candles, no leopard print sheet, no roses and we are not going to board up the window, Gacchan. I prefer to know where I’m going, rather than figure it out by banging my knees repeatedly against the furniture.”
Gackt pouted, and thought about Hyde’s list of requirements. Ah, well. I can always work on it. If worse come to worse, I’ll just deny him sex. He usually caves after that, especially sine I’m the only one that’s found out how to touch him there, Gackt thought, eventually coming to his decision. Hyde and sex went hand in hand: Hyde likes sex with Gackt, which gave Gackt the only upper hand that he had. Gackt tried to reign supreme in his position of power as often as he could. Hyde have yet to realize this (or so Gackt thought).
About to agree to Hyde’s conditions, Hyde cut him off. “and no giant portraits of yourself in the entry way, either.”
“…fine.”
Hyde smirked—Gackt always thought that he was the only one that got his way. Gackt had yet to realize that Hyde had him wrapped around his little finger (or so Hyde thought).
There was a pitter-pattering sound then and the heads of both man snapped up. A creepy little boy stared at the two of them from the doorway, black eyes wide and staring. Gackt and Hyde shivered in unison. Opening his mouth, the creepy little boy groaned at the two of them. Hyde, freak out, took a step away from him…it?
Gackt, however, zeroed in on the kid and clutched his/its shoulders happily, snuggling him/it into—if Gackt had been female instead—his bosom. “Look, Hyde! The house comes with a kid. That means we don’t have to adopt~!” he crowed gleefully.
There was no answer.
Gackt blinked and looked up from his snuggling of the creepy child. “Hyde…?” he called, worrying (in)significantly about his significant other.
Hyde had passed out.
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baru bagisn 1, yang lain nyusul
tapi alex lupa sapa yang buat dan dimana site ini....
jadi diketik ulang nih
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was summer and—of course—that meant hot, humid, sticky weather.
Mr. Ishida wiped his brow nervously. He could hear the two men talking in the next room, but their voice too for him to make out what, exactly they were saying. They were the thirteenth couple that he had had to show the house in the past two days, and he had begun think that the stupid house would never get sold.
Still nervously wiping his brow, it took a time to notice the black cat that sat down in front of him.
“Meow.” It said.
“Go away,” he hissed at it. “You’ll ruin my chances of selling this house if they realize that you come with it!”
“Meeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooow.” The cat growled back.
“I said, SHOO!” Mr. Ishida shrieked.
*insert groaning sound here*
Mr. Ishida stop yelling at the cat.
---
“I don’t know, Gacchan. The house is a little bit on expensive side, and we’ve only be able to come here together every so often. Wouldn’t an apartment be a better idea?” Hyde asked, tugging on his lower bottom lip thoughtfully.
“Oh, but Hyde~ Just look at how lovely the house is! It isn’t that expensive—with both of our albums coming out this year, it should be easy enough to afford it. Beside that, wouldn’t’ it be wonderful coming back at to an actual house, instead of dingy apartment complex? Just think of how beautiful this would in the spring, what with the cherry blossoms and such.” Was the overenthusiastic reply from Gackt.
Hyde eyed the younger man dubiously, the sighed. There was no point in arguing with Gackt when he got in one of “those” moods. Gackt wanted the house—and what Gackt wanted, Gackt got…unless Hyde wanted to sleep on the couch for the next three weeks, that is.
“Fine,” The vocalist for L`Arc~en~Ciel finally sighed (again), conceding defeat. Gackt turn around from his appraisal of the backyard porch to send a stunning smile Hyde’s way. “BUT,” Hyde continued before Gackt could open his mouth, “there will be a couple of rules beforehand about the house’s interior decorations. No candles, no leopard print sheet, no roses and we are not going to board up the window, Gacchan. I prefer to know where I’m going, rather than figure it out by banging my knees repeatedly against the furniture.”
Gackt pouted, and thought about Hyde’s list of requirements. Ah, well. I can always work on it. If worse come to worse, I’ll just deny him sex. He usually caves after that, especially sine I’m the only one that’s found out how to touch him there, Gackt thought, eventually coming to his decision. Hyde and sex went hand in hand: Hyde likes sex with Gackt, which gave Gackt the only upper hand that he had. Gackt tried to reign supreme in his position of power as often as he could. Hyde have yet to realize this (or so Gackt thought).
About to agree to Hyde’s conditions, Hyde cut him off. “and no giant portraits of yourself in the entry way, either.”
“…fine.”
Hyde smirked—Gackt always thought that he was the only one that got his way. Gackt had yet to realize that Hyde had him wrapped around his little finger (or so Hyde thought).
There was a pitter-pattering sound then and the heads of both man snapped up. A creepy little boy stared at the two of them from the doorway, black eyes wide and staring. Gackt and Hyde shivered in unison. Opening his mouth, the creepy little boy groaned at the two of them. Hyde, freak out, took a step away from him…it?
Gackt, however, zeroed in on the kid and clutched his/its shoulders happily, snuggling him/it into—if Gackt had been female instead—his bosom. “Look, Hyde! The house comes with a kid. That means we don’t have to adopt~!” he crowed gleefully.
There was no answer.
Gackt blinked and looked up from his snuggling of the creepy child. “Hyde…?” he called, worrying (in)significantly about his significant other.
Hyde had passed out.
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