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Happy V-Day Kyraensui!!

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 23:17:57 GMT

Title: Spending our time
Name of Recipient: kyraensui
Pairings/Characters: ShinOu x Muraken
Rating: Safework
Warnings: Ummm... those who don't like the pairing would not like it so... why bother to look? ^^U... (I know how flaming the fangirls could be XDD)
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou kara Maou or their characters, they belong to his respectives artist, writer and companies associated... althought the fanart IS mine, don't use it without giving me credit ¬¬... except kyraensui, because is her prompt and she can do whatever she likes with this XD.
Original Request: Shinou x Murata and/or Yuuri x Murata. Any rating. Surprise me.
Summary: I was originally to go for Yuuri x Murata ^^U... but thanks to my prompt (yeah, thanks to it afterall... long story ;__;) I decide in the last minute about this pairing... and althought I draw yaoi sometimes ^^U I kinda have to be in the mood to draw it or else I will come out with just shounen-ai pieces ^^U... so you know, not so much of a surprise but I still hope that you like it Kyra ^^. Happy Valentine everyone ^^!

Happy V-day Ku_Chan!!

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:43:16 GMT

Title: Through the Dawn
Name of Author/Artist: anonymous.
Name of Recipient: ku_chan
Pairings/Characters: Maou!Yuuri/Wolfram.
Rating: NC17.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction was written with the purpose to
have fun, not to make money with it.
Original Request: Maou! Yuuri/Wolfram Prompt: the whole world
is moving, and I'm standing still
Summary: Wolfram really dislikes the way the world changes.
Better a rusty sword in hand than the sharpest one safe at home, said
the old lore.

Through the Dawn.
There are a lot of things that are expected after one of Anissina's
experiments go wrong. Explosions, Günther or Gwendal's hair changing
color, windos breaking.

However, it's the first time that one of her explosions seem to have
brought out the Maou out of Yuuri. It's even more surprising to even
see him act surprised at the fact, looking at his own hands as if he
doesn't know them.

"He's perfectly okay," Gisella says after she checks him, letting the
Maou pull back his jacket.

Anissina nods. "It's likely that he'll just go back to normal. No offense."

"Non-taken," is the Maou's answer. Where Yuuri would have laughed and
acted awkward, the Maou stands up and nods towards them before he
walks outside, walking through Blood Pledge Castle as if he owned it –
which, okay, technically he does but--

It still rattles Wolfram and makes him clench his hands into fists and
stalk completely the other way, more annoyed than he'd care to
explain.

*

He spends the next few days training as hard as he can with his
soldiers, telling himself that he had slacked while he took care that
his cheater boyfriend wouldn't either cheat or get himself killed, or
if not with Greta, who tells him that the Maou isn't bad, but that she
wants normal Yuuri back.

Wolfram understands her very well, more than he would like to admit,
so he just tucks her in and he kisses her, wanting to promise her that
everything will be alright ant not being sure just how to do so. The
few days that Gisella and Anissina had wagered about for Yuuri to
return were quickly turning into two weeks, and while the Maou was
certainly hard-working and regal in a way that Yuuri couldn't even
start to copy, he lacked the warmth and kindness that had made Yuuri
such a beloved, trusted king.

When he goes out of Greta's room, turning off the lights, he jumps a
little, surprised, when he finds the Maou leaning against the wall,
arms crossed, and then he glares, barely resisting the urge to snort.

"Is she well?" The Maou asks, looking at him with dragon-like eyes.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Wolfram realizes that perhaps he's sounding a
bit defensive, but he has never dealt well with change. "She just
misses Yuuri."

Making an effort, he bows his head a little before he walks down the
hall, attempting to go to his room. He clenches his hands into fists
when he hears the Maou's steps behind him, and it takes him all the
patience he doesn´t have not to lash out at him. He pretends he
doesn´t notice, hurrying his steps a little and opening the door to
his rooms. It's only then that the Maou speaks.

"It is strange, however, how you have foregone sleeping at your room,"
the Maou says, an amused tone to his voice that, Wolfram decides, is
the spark that caused the explosion and he turns around, glaring.

"I am not going to be sleeping with another man! I'm not the cheater here!"

The Maou chuckles, dark and warm like wine, cocking his head to the side.

"But is it not me, all the same?"

"Are you?" Wolfram snarls, and then he realizes that perhaps he
sounds a bit hopeful. He, too, misses Yuuri terribly, much more than
he should for all that, like the Maou says, they're one and only.

"Not the same, perhaps," the Maou says and his voice is a low, warm
rumble that Wolfram decides to hate, if only for how much it affects
him like this. "But not different, either."

"Then?"

"I didn't think I was strong enough," he says, shrugging. "And I
wasn't yet aware of many things. A bit of the maryoku I had inherited,
some of Julia Suzanna's spirit, some of the Original King's
resolution. It's all me."

"It sounds weird when you say it like that," Wolfram says, frowning,
because while part of him can reconcile his mental picture of Yuuri to
the Maou, there's also the part of him that just can't. Yes, Yuuri is
noble and kind and he'd do everything he could to help someone else.
No, Yuuri isn't graceful like this, doesn't move as if his own body
was just liquid, flexible and impredescible.

"Should I speak about 'me' in third person, then?"

Wolfram glares and cares little that this Yuuri was the one who
defeated him in such an humilliating way, so many months ago it could
almost be a lifetime away, not when he finally was able to read
Yuuri's body language and expressions almost fluidly and now he has
lost that for who knows how long.

"Yes." He's about to snap the door closed as he should when the
Maou leans close, his face inches from his face.

"He is not as unaware of the effects you have on him. I
am deeply aware of them."

It's strangely satisfying to push the Maou away and slam the door
shot. Wolfram almost curses: he hates it when he blushes.

*

He absolutely doesn't avoid the Maou the next day, for all that he
keeps on having urgent business away. Wolfram has known since he was
little that he didn't like changes, because changes meant people, more
often than not, were going away. He had been but a child when he
understood the concept of death in its simplest of forms. Death made
people sad. Death had broken his mother's heart.

It is, simply, that he really, really dislikes the way the world
changes, and although he understands the reasons why it has to happen,
it doesn't mean he has to like it. Better a rusty sword in hand than
the sharpest one safe at home, said the old lore.

And even if Yuuri was bringing changes, Wolfram had been able to sort
of. Well. Not ignore them and not hate them, but he had seen them as
something that had to happen, perhaps, for the greater good.

And he does want Yuuri to... to feel that way for him, because if
there is one thing that Wolfram hates more than change is being scared
and uncertain, especially if he can't just burn away whatever it is
that's upsetting him.

... but if – or when, please, he hopes and wants it to be a when –
Yuuri does return that, then things will change again, and no-one
knows what kind of crazy, stupid idea his stupid, crazy fiancé will
have next, what he'll cause, what disaster he'll bring that will,
perhaps, most likely, one day burn him, and sometimes Wolfram wonders
about that...

"It won't do you good to fight if your concentration is not on your sword. "

CLANK, goes his word against the metal pole. ARGH, goes his brain at
the shock that runs through his body, dropping his sword to the floor.
He glares at the lazy way the Maou has to lean against a column, arms
crossed, looking dark and ominous.

"It's also not good to interrupt people who have swords," or short
tempers, Wolfram's brain sends, but Wolfram decides to ignore the
second part, leaning to pick back and sheath his sword, feeling a
little bit thankful that at least it's not a knife at the moment.

The Maou pushes himself away from the window and he's not quite
smiling, but Wolfram still feels himself bristle. The Maou's hand
closes around his arm before he can go away, and his eyes are dark and
serious, his body and presence completely ignoring any sense of
personal space, the way Yuuri usually does, too.

"Shall I apologize?" The Maou asks. Wolfram snorts. "I'm unsure of
what I did or say to have you upset with me, but I'll apologize if I
must."

That is something so Yuuri to say that Wolfram can just stare in
disbelief for a few seconds before he avoids the dragon-like gaze,
looking to the side.

"Stop saying weird things."

"Was it weird to tell you that the other me isn't as unaware as
sometimes he seems to be about the affection he has for you?"

Wolfram hates the way his heart seems to miss a beat when the Maou
says that, but when he tugs on his arm, he's not giving him room to
flee, so he turns his head again to glare.

"And you said you were the same, so you are also saying that you--"
Wolfram glares. It's easier than forming words at that point.

The Maou smiles, dark velvet and fire in his eyes and in his smile,
accepting what he's saying and it's too much, Wolfram thinks, too much
to not do anything.

So cursing, he steps forward and kisses the Maou hard, curling his
hand on the nape of his neck and pressing flush to him.

Strangely, he feels the Maou smile.

*

The Maou keeps on moving as if he was completely made of water, when
they make it back to Wolfram's private room. He kisses him and slides
cool hands over too-warm skin, opens up buttons while Wolfram
struggles to do the same with his clothes, takes him in his mouth in a
way that Yuuri better hopes it's something from one of his past
lives and that he is terrible about it or they're going to have Words
about it, but that's the last coherent thought he has for a while as
the Maou's throat seems to open for his cock, strong, certain hands
holding his hips.

"Lay down, if you'd please," the Maou murmurs before he can spend
himself. Wolfram glares a little about that but he shifts again, not
at all surprised that the Maou wants to take him. He closes his eyes
as he hears the Maou searching for the rubbing oil he keeps, expecting
the slide of fingers over his anus and taking deep, slow breathes to
relax himself as much as he possibly can.

What he certainly wasn't expecting was to feel the weight of a thigh
moving over his hips and he opens his eyes, shock in them, as he looks
and finds the Maou leaning over him, right hand moving behind himself,
an almost smug smile for all that he has flushed.

"W-what..."

"Would you deny me?" the Maou asks, breathless, and Wolfram wants to
answer something, anything at all but he's too busy fighting
the sudden wave of arousal as he thinks of what it will feel, having
Yuuri's body opening smooth and tight around his cock.

They both moan as his cock pushes in, and Wolfram almost doubts a
moment before he puts his hands over the Maou's hips, letting him go
at his own rythm but clinging to him and his control over this hard.

"Please," he murmurs, Yuuri's body feeling so good that he's not sure
what he's going to do, when Yuuri comes back and they start sleeping
together again.

"Move with me," the Maou says, a little breathless, moving one of his
hands to Wolfram's shoulder for support, the other one curling around
his cock and Wolfram's eyes close when he looks at that. "Keep your
eyes open," the Maou half orders, then and Wolfram wonders if the
silent 'look at me' was only his imagination, but there is no denying,
the way the order made him shiver.

And perhaps it's too soon, but it's been to long since he last
indulged like this, too long since Wolfram last trusted someone enough
for this without having that burn him back, and the Maou is entirely
too skilled, the way he rides him, the way he keeps on looking at him
as if he – or Yuuri, or perhaps both – were truly...

"I want," Wolfram manages to say, pulling the Maou hard against his
cock, feeling the way he shivers and hearing the way he moans, the way
that makes him moan, too, and the Maou's eyes are once again
completely focused on him.

"Yes," and Wolfram realizes that the Maou – and Yuuri? - is
going to make him come apart completely and that fires something like
a bolt through his whole body, down to the ache in his balls and he
thrusts hard into his body, moaning Yuuri's name as he comes.

He's dizzy afterwards, barely able to keep his eyes open, but he does
his best to keep them open like that, too sensitive for the way the
Maou keeps on moving over him but not wanting him to move, wanting to
see him like he had been seen, noticing the way the Maou bites his
lip, wondering if Yuuri does the same.

"Please," he mutters, moving his hand to wrap around the Maou's, help
him stroke himself off. "Please, I want... you too. Please."

There's a small gasp at his words and he thinks the Maou might have
nodded but then he's tightening – and Wolfram fights another sudden
wave of arousal – and his come is splattering over his chest.

The Maou smiles at him then and Wolfram almost believes him, the fact
that he and Yuuri are actually only one wimp, because there is no
other way his smile would be so sweet.

*

Later, after they've cleaned and gone to bed, Wolfram wakes up
suddenly, sensing something is different than when he went to bed.

Before he can use his magic, he turns to look towards the Maou, only
to find that it's Yuuri the one who was sleeping inside his arms, and
that he is now holding unto a pillow and snoring, being that what
probably woke him up. Wolfram isn't sure if he's going to remember
anything, but he's quite certain that the wimp will spazz about it
when the two of them wake up naked. Wolfram smiles a little before he
snuggles back against Yuuri, his mouth against the back of his neck.

He's kind of looking forward to seeing how things will change, this
time.

Happy V-Day hikari_shiroki

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 06:10:11 GMT

Title: How To Defeat Soushu, the Crack Edition

Name of Recipient: hikari_shiroki

Pairings/Characters: Muraken & Shinou centered, brief appearance by others

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: AU crack, KKM ending spoilers

Disclaimer: KKM and characters are not mine. This is a fanfic, no profit, etc.

Original Request: "A fic about Muraken and Shinou (it doesn't have to be a romantic one either) about how did Muraken bring Shinou back (in the fictional case that he was the one who bring him back ^^U) and the little chaos that his way back did to the temple."

Summary: Instead of having the boxes re-sealed, Murata decides to free Shinou's soul - and Soushu while at it.

A/N: I wasn't given anything specific other than what the request says, so... Be warned: weird AU version of KKM ending ahead.
How To Defeat Soushu, the Crack Edition

Everyone else were busy preparing for the sealing ceremony, and the room with the boxes in the Shinou temple was empty excluding Ken Murata who had been standing in front of the dark energy and the boxes for some time now. Shinou's presence was weakening, and soon it would be gone, unless something was done... fast.

"You can barely hear me now," Murata stated, calmly looking at the wall behind the boxes. He got no answer whatsoever, not that he had been expecting one.

"But you know? I can't let Shibuya seal these again. He's stronger than you were. He is what we need, and he needs to save all his power to defeat Soushu. The boxes are not worth it." He closed his eyes, not even flinching as the dark energy flared out for a moment. "Really. Just sealing the power again and waiting? I'm tired of waiting. You're such a pain, you know."

There was no change in the energy, and no form of reply.

"I cannot let the keys anywhere near this place," he then continued. "And yet I cannot keep them away. Destroying the power that's bound to your soul... It must be done, but I'd really rather not get anyone hurt while at it."

The darkness flickered more than usual, as if it was somehow curious about his words.

"They'll be here soon," he said. "Then there would be the ceremony to seal this stuff. Well, I don't think so. Also really tired of doing is looking-all-mysterious-here stuff. I'm thinking Shibuya's brother doesn't really trust me. Smart one, definitely. Pretty much the only one here who has bothered to pay any attention. He can see right through me and knows that I'm up to something."

He took a step closer, again ignoring any changes in the energy.

"You know? I also really hate doing this because we're both going to get hurt, but that's probably less pain than that one time when you wanted to try the BDSM stuff." He stared at the energy for a moment. "But let's not talk about that. I need to get this done before they get here."

He walked to the side of the room and then returned with a small bag. "I'm hoping you're listening to me, because I'm warning you - this backup plan of mine to open the boxes is not going to be too comfortable. But I already told you that. Might end up having unexpected results, too, but the purpose is to get you a form and seal you here until Shibuya and his little personal army shows up to defeat you. Sounds simple enough, don't you think?"

He put the bag down and drew out some items - plastic models of certain necessary-to-open-the-boxes body parts, some vials of blood, and salt. "Here, these should do it. I stole these models from my school's biology lab on Earth, and I had Lady Anissina get the blood for me from the... samples. Good thing no one dared to resist her. Now I just need to get these in the boxes..."

The energy flared for a second, but he didn't move.

"Yeah, laugh at me all you want, but this is going to work. I've had four thousands of years to do research, you know." He took the salt and started drawing a complicated pattern on the floor with it in front of the boxes. It took him a good fifteen minutes to complete the figure, but once he was done he stepped back and admired his work.

"Good," he stated and then looked at the boxes. "Now, the body parts!"

He took plastic body parts, placed them on the floor and poured one vial of blood on each one, making sure he got right blood on each model. "Move that energy of yours, will you?" He stated. "Come on, be helpful. I'm going to open the boxes for you and all."

There was no change on the boxes or the energy, just as he had expected. "I guess not then. Then comes the nasty part. Again, I warned you. You're going to feel this, and I... Well, so am I, definitely. I don't like pain. Oh well, nothing beats the BDSM. You should've done your research on that; I later learned that we were doing it wrong. That's of course totally beside the point right now."

He then took out a knife and looked at the salt pattern on the floor. "I'm so not looking forward to this," he muttered, and then raised both hands above the pattern. "I'm not the type who likes to cut themselves, you know? But what can I do, I can't touch the boxes unless that thing is out of the way..."

He sighed. "Here goes." He then cut a deep wound on his left palm, wincing as he did so. There was no way around it, though, and he knew it; he had to get rid of that energy and form a temporary seal here. He did have a backup one, but he hoped that wouldn't be needed.

He let some blood fall on the pattern on the ground, and then raised his hands in the air. "Heed my words, o' great powers of darkness!" He yelled, and then grinned and looked at the back wall. "...All right, I made up that part. It's not necessary, but you know, Shinou? For the dramatic effect."

The whole room started trembling, and Murata froze. "Hmm... so much for me needing to be dramatic, I guess." He then took a couple of steps back, watching the energy change form a couple of times before it gathered above the boxes, and then scattered all over the room.

"Perfect." He wrapped a handkerchief around his palm and picked up the blood-soaked body part models. "This one goes here, and this one goes here... This one goes in this one... And..." He mumbled to himself, keeping an eye on the energy but getting his task done calmly. "And done! With that blood bond we had, Shinou... If this doesn't do it, I don't know what will." He backed away from the boxes, carefully avoiding the still-intact pattern on the ground. He could feel it already; the boxes were starting to react... As was his magic pattern on the floor. The blood he had dropped on it had disappeared now.

Suddenly, all the dark energy gathered and then flared out of the boxes, and the whole room went blank for a moment... And once Murata could see anything, there was a naked Shinou in front of the boxes. He stood there dazed for a moment, looked at the person known as the Great Sage, and then dropped to his knees, mumbling something unclear about not being able to withstand something.

"You're hurt," Murata stated calmly and stepped closer. He had to take a couple of deep breaths as he was feeling a little light-headed from everything. "You should-"

Shinou looked at him again and then screamed. There was a flash of light and then loud rumbling, and next thing Murata knew he had been thrown into the wall by some force, and the whole room around him was collapsing. It took him some time to clear his head, and despite the fact that he was hurting all over, he crawled to the door before looking back. Flying across the room into the wall had probably saved him; the boxes were missing, or rather, buried under large amount rubble. There was no sign of anyone else.

"Well, that was... unexpected," Murata mumbled to himself as he dragged himself up to his feet. He then staggered outside while trying to get his glasses back on. His seal had failed, obviously, and this was not what he had had in mind. It didn't matter; he had to get out and find Shinou.

He got outside soon enough and looked around. The guards were alarmed, and he stopped one of them. "What's going on? ...Aside from all the mess here, obviously."

"Your Highness!" The guard stared at him for a moment and then looked at his clothes. "Are you all right? Did you get caught in the...?"

"Oh, I'm quite fine," he replied with a smile. "How bad is it?"

The guard motioned at one side of the temple with her hand and shook her head. "Part of the wall collapsed, and ground in the center caved in. We have some people missing, and... Truly, are you all right? You're-!"

"I'm fine, really. So, anything aside from that?"

The guard seemed to be somewhat uneasy about his attitude considering the situation, but she kept her calm. "Strange runes written in blood have appeared on the remaining walls, and... There is an intruder. They're chasing him as we speak. But..."

"Ah, good!" He replied. "I was expecting an intruder, you see. Where is he?"

"...He escaped and is somewhere outside, sir, but... He..."

"If you're trying to point out that said intruder looked a lot like Shinou, that's because he does," Murata commented nonchalantly. "It's kind of complicated, but I need to go find him now, so if you'd just take me there? And really, I'm all right. Just a couple of bruises. I'll live, hopefully. And never mind the runes. Let's go?"

The guard looked like she wanted to object, but she simply nodded to him and led him outside the temple. Murata shook his head; the damage around looked pretty bad. He could only hope that no one was seriously injured, and that everyone wasn't totally freaked out. As much as he wished for it, there was no time to explain.

There were indeed some ancient runes all over the walls; the closest ones he could see said, "I AM GOING TO MOLEST YOU BEFORE I KILL YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE," and he stared at the markings for a moment, doing his best to keep himself from snickering. He knew that there wasn't anyone here who could actually read the runes other than him, but people surely thought those messages were creepy and laughing wasn't really a good idea right now.

Once they got outside, he scanned the surroundings while the guard shortly chatted with a couple of others. "He's over there," she then told him. "Escaped to the forest and is being held on a clearing not too far away. Or, well, we can't approach him, so..."

"I see. Thank you." He noticed Ulrike standing on the side, and walked over to her. "I know what's going on. Just relax and wait."

"Are you sure?" She asked, concerned. "I... That's-"

"Yes, I know." He then headed to where the guard had pointed him. He could see the place through the trees; there was a force field that was glowing rather brightly. The guards were having no luck getting through it, and he stopped by the group that was there.

"Go back and protect Ulrike," he told the guards. "I'll handle this."

The guards moved back, and he walked as close as the force field as he just could. "Hello," he greeted, and Shinou turned to face him. "Been a while. You're looking pretty good, if I may say so. Now, if you could not drop any ceilings on me this time, it would be appreciated."

There was a moment of silence, and then Shinou removed the force field and just settled for looking at Murata. Despite the force field being gone, the clearing seemed rather gloomy.

"I didn't do that on purpose," he mumbled. "I can't... control..."

"I know."

Shinou gasped for breath and shivered a little, and then shook his head. "Well. This must obviously be your greatest idea ever, am I correct? Pray tell me, how are you going to handle this? I'm not going to last long. Soushu has almost taken over me already."

Murata nodded. "I'll take care of this. This is just plan B, that's all."

"Your plan B involves me ending up naked in a forest?" Shinou asked.

"It wasn't exactly part of the plan, but it doesn't really change anything."

"You're as calculating as ever, I see," Shinou commented. "After all these years... I wish I could hug you or something but somehow I think I'd end up strangling you instead. I'm..." He took a pause as he struggled to control himself again. "I can't find that feeling anymore. Only... negative ones."

"Well," Murata said. "That was to be expected. The rune messages you left me, though? Very cute. I have to admit I wanted to see you again and wouldn't mind part of what you wrote although you know damn well which one of us is the one on top. But, no time for that. You are conflicted, and not yourself anymore."

"Tell me something new. This plan B of yours? Has gone rather badly so far," Shinou muttered. "I'm wondering if you planned this from the start, or if you came up with it later during one of your many reincarnations. Either way, it's starting to look like a very bad plan. And I trusted you with everything. I still do. I shouldn't have-"

"You took down half of the temple," Murata interrupted. "I had a blood seal in there. I expected you to stay put and wait till the great heroes get there. Minor change in the grand plan, that's all."

Shinou glared at him and crossed his arms across his chest. "I believe it was your idea to begin with, so don't blame me for something I have no control over. You should be glad I managed to push you out of the way before the whole thing came down and I somehow ended up outside and couldn't control myself."

"Should I thank you for saving me, then?" Murata asked.

"I can't save you now," Shinou said with a hint of regret in his voice. "And I can't... find myself caring about what happens to you, either. This is... not me anymore."

Murata nodded slightly. "I know."

"Also, the BDSM? Was far more pleasant than this."

"Oh?" Murata said. "So you actually were listening to what I was talking to you about earlier?"

"I may be out of my mind and craving for chaos, but it was your voice, and it has... certain calming effect on me. Of course I was listening. It's just..." Shinou gritted his teeth, obviously in pain. "Too late now. Finish what you started already. I feel... evil. Destroying the world sounds like... fun."

Murata lowered his face. "It'll be over soon, my friend. I'll give you my word. If you were listening to me earlier... Then you know." He then looked at the other man for a moment. "Evil, you say?"

"Don't tell me my eyes are glowing red or something," Shinou hissed at him.

"Well now..."

"What?"

"That's kind of cliché actually, but yes," Murata replied with a hint of a smile on his face. "You also have this really evil aura, and-"

That was as far as he got, as he could hear horses coming to their direction. There were voices - also from the guards - and then he could see Yuuri and his entourage heading to the forest clearing.

"Murata?! Just what happened here?"

Murata turned to look at Yuuri. "Oh. It's a really long story and I really don't have time for it right now, but basically about four thousand years ago we had bad trouble with the Soushu deal and then we had this bright idea of sealing Soushu inside Shinou's soul. That's the truth about his dead, anyway. So then we waited until there would be a stronger Maou than him who would be able to defeat Soushu and let Shinou rest in peace. The vessel given to Soushu by the power of the boxes which I kind of managed to open needs to be destroyed by someone strong like that. Yep, that'd be you, Shibuya, so have at it! Don't worry, you are more than capable of doing it! After all, you have a prettier harem than he ever did." He stepped to the side, not about to get involved in the fighting.

Shinou glared at him for that last comment and then looked at the rest of them. "I know what you're thinking, but just get on with it. This being controlled by dark powers isn't too fun you know. I have this need to kill you all, and I will definitely start from that ungrateful..." He looked pained again, and took a step back.

Yuuri stared at Shinou, and then Murata for a moment. "Er... Come again?"

"I didn't really understand it all either," Conrad said and moved in front of Yuuri. "But looks like we need to defeat... him... to destroy what was sealed in the boxes." He frowned. "If we just can... With his powers..."

"Trust me, you can," Murata said. "Soushu doesn't have all his power available thanks to Shinou even though he has kind of lost it by now and wants to molest me according to what he wrote on the temple walls. Never mind that. Just remember to think happy thoughts, and remember that courage can turn 1% into 100%!"

The others stepped forward as well, and Yuuri gave Murata one more questioning look before turning his attention to their opponent. The battle would surely not be an easy one, but if Murata said they had a chance, then they definitely had one.

Murata moved away from the clearing and leaned his back on a tree. Soushu would finally be properly defeated, Shinou would be free, and he could finally stop doing all this.

Shinou looked at his direction, and he smiled at him, his glasses shining in the sunlight.

"Just as planned, my friend, just as planned."

END.

Sign Ups Closed

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:06:26 GMT

Hello Everyone!

Sign Ups for the Exchange are Officially Closed!

Thanks to all those who signed up!
We have a lot of different pairings and prompts this time around,
so I can not wait to see how they will turn out!

I will be e-mailing everyone their exchanges in the next day or two, so please keep an eye on your e-mails!

Thanks again!!

One more day to sign up!

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 17:36:22 GMT

Hello! Just a friendly reminder that there is only ONE MORE DAY to sign up for the kkm_vday 2008 exchange! If you are interested in submitting a fic or art, please send your request here: http://community.livejournal.com/kkm_vday/10500.html#cutid1

(FIC) For Pearljamz "Meant To Be" PT.3

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 20:25:29 GMT

Conrad sat twisting the watch around, looking at it from time to time as if warring with himself. The watchband was plain leather with a buckle that made it easy to get on and off if necessary, the face itself as plain as the band. Nothing too fancy or ostentatious. 'So Josak has taste after all,' he thought in amusement.

Finally he put it on, letting that speak for itself as he saw Josak smile, the relief plain (for those who knew him) to see. The easy smile told him that he'd been even more nervous than Conrad had been, something that made him chuckle. Who'd ever think Josak Gurrier, the cross-dressing spy, would be nervous about anything? If he could wear those outlandish clothes without batting an eye...

"You know, this has to be the strangest method of proposition ever," Conrad joked as Josak looked more embarrassed than he thought possible. Considering all the teasing Josak did, it was a curious thing for him to be embarrassed by someone else's teasing, and it amused Conrad so much he started chuckling. Soon enough both men were laughing, the tense moment past.

"Well it worked, didn't it?" Josak grinned as the awkward moment passed, both men comfortable with each other again.

Conrad nodded and smiled. He knew Josak wouldn't be in any hurry - it made him feel oddly comforted that there wouldn't be a mad rush to the bedroom. It wasn't that he was afraid - it was just that even with the proposition being accepted, there was still a little ways to go yet before he would be comfortable having sex with Josak. Or anyone else for that matter.

It seemed Josak recognised and accepted this. Or so Conrad thought until the man stood up.

"What sort of music do you have here?" he asked suddenly, catching Conrad off guard.

"Music? Oh, er...I think I have something..." Conrad stumbled, the question totally unexpected. He walked over to the stereo and began looking through the CDs and put one in, chuckling a little as the music came on. If he'd ever wanted some sort of sign, this had to be it - Love Me Tender from his favourite singer, Elvis Presley. He'd even sung it a few times at the local karaoke bar, although it made everyone groan.

Then Josak did something else unexpected, grabbing at his waist and pulling him close, starting to sway to the music. Startled, Conrad let him, pulling back a little to look at the red-head with surprise.

"What...what is this for?" he asked, a little troubled.

"Just a dance, Conrad," Josak replied, his eyes twinkling, his hands still firmly around Conrad's waist.

Conrad knew that it was more than just a dance to Josak but let it go, the music and the swaying letting him forget for a few moments that there was a world out there and not just the two of them in his apartment. A moment later he jumped a little, feeling hands on his bottom, gently caressing his ass. So this was why...

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Josak smiled as he felt Conrad's startled movements and continued to feel him up, his hands getting bolder the longer he went unchallenged. He had to admit it felt very good, but also realised he had to take it nice and slow to avoid scaring Conrad past redemption. Slowly he leaned in, ghosting his lips over the tanned skin of Conrad's neck, kissing him gently then pulling back again, hearing Conrad's sigh of pleasure as he did so.

"That felt nice, Josak," Conrad whispered, a smile in his voice.

"In that case," Josak replied, then leaned in again, this time kissing Conrad full on the lips, trying to remember not to use his tongue this time. That would come...this was merely to start off, he told himself firmly. He let his lips linger slightly longer than he probably should have, but it felt so good he was having trouble keeping to his original plan. There was the old adage that best laid plans never survived the first engagement, but this was different. It wasn't a battle as such, and plans changed depending on the situation.

Finally he pulled back, feeling slightly light-headed. It wasn't that he was out of breath from the kissing - it was the proximity to Conrad that was making his pulse race, his breathing slightly heavier than normal. He wondered if Conrad felt the same, but got a shock as Conrad pulled him closer and began to kiss him in return. Conrad wasn't the greatest kisser, he had to admit, but he learned fast, his tongue sliding along Josak's bottom lip and surprising him into opening his mouth.

'Who's kissing whom, here?' Josak thought, his eyes widening in surprise as Conrad's tongue slipped into his mouth and clumsily began exploring it, sliding roughly against his teeth and making him laugh involuntarily. At Conrad's indignant glare as he pulled back, Josak tried to explain.

"It tickled," he chuckled, his expression apologetic. Conrad didn't look very convinced so Josak tried to show him, pulling him closer again, and gently slid his tongue into Conrad's open mouth, exploring for himself. Conrad tasted...sweeter than expected, yet with a slightly bitter taste as well. He had to admit it fit the man as he withdrew, smiling.

"How was that?" he asked Conrad, who was looking slightly shell-shocked. Conrad nodded mutely, seemingly unable to speak. That was a sign that he'd gone far enough for one night, Josak felt, as he released Conrad and stood back from him. It seemed almost as if Conrad was going to protest, but thought better of it as Josak smiled in reassurance.

"I think that's enough for one night, don't you?" he asked softly. "I don't want to overdo it; there's always tomorrow."

Conrad nodded again and smiled a little hesitantly. It seemed as if the last few minutes had been a revelation of sorts for him and Josak felt almost sorry for him. Almost. If he weren't having so much fun being aroused by the man he intended to make his lover. He fought back the feelings that being this close and kissing Conrad had stirred up in himself and decided this was the time to make a strategic exit. If he didn't, he wouldn't be held accountable for his actions, Conrad being far too much of a temptation for him at the moment.

"Speaking of which, I think I'd better leave now - you have work in the morning right?" he said, his voice returning somewhat. He tried not to pay attention to the disappointed look on Conrad's face as he nodded to Josak's question. As he'd said a few moments before, there was always tomorrow and as it was Valentine's Day, there would be a lot going on, he would see to that. The plans he had set up for the evening meant they would need all the energy they could get, and that meant an early night.

At the door he kissed Conrad again, a lingering, promise-filled kiss, then left before his body could betray him. As it was, he was going to need a very cold shower.

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Conrad stared after Josak, totally bemused at everything that had just happened, music playing softly in the background. It seemed almost like he'd not been able to get a word in edgewise, although that wasn't entirely accurate - he just hadn't been able to say much of anything. It was his first kiss, and his first attempt at a kiss, and he wasn't sure it had been entirely successful, however much Josak claimed to enjoy it. Josak's laughter still smarted a bit; he'd have to practice a lot more to get it just right.

As he stood at the door, he came to the belated realisation that his body was...very excited. Aroused even. Conrad wasn't a stranger to arousal but the fact that it had been Josak's actions that had done this to him left him feeling a bit restless. He wasn't sure how he should feel; shouldn't he be feeling on top of the world right now? He'd never been in love before so didn't know how to react.

Conrad felt oddly alone as he went to the bedroom, still thinking of what had happened that night. It had been completely unexpected; welcome, yes, but unexpected all the same. He'd become used to being alone and it still confused him how quickly things had progressed with Josak. Not that he was complaining - it was nice to be appreciated and cared about. He just didn't know how to react to it.

After a while of introspection as he sat on his bed, the final realisation sunk in and Conrad smiled a little absently. He'd take things how they came, not expecting too much. Whatever would happen, would happen and he would just go with the flow. Once the decision was made, he felt a lot easier about things and soon fell into a deep sleep, having satisfied himself earlier. Conrad also felt confident that he wouldn't have to do it for much longer; Josak would be there to take care of it for him and that thought made him smile in anticipation.

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February 14 - Valentine's Day

We had our first kiss last night and I'm still reeling from it. I wonder how Conrad feels - personally I'm hoping he got a good night's sleep - he'll need it. Amazingly I didn't get much sleep; maybe I am worrying too much but I want this night to be as special as I can possibly make it. It's our first Valentine's Day ever, as well as our first one together as an acknowledged couple, so it should be special. Just hope I don't do anything to screw it up...

Josak stood nervously outside the shop where Conrad worked, waiting in the early evening twilight, a box under one arm and a single solitary rose in the opposite hand. He felt oddly out of place amongst the chattering couples so obviously in love, yet knew that it was merely a matter of time. Conrad would be getting off very soon...and then the rest of his plan would fall neatly into place. Or so he hoped.

Conrad appeared soon after, smiling as soon as he saw Josak waiting for him. It seemed he'd taken upon himself to bring Josak some gifts as well, though not of the same variety as he'd gotten for Conrad.

"Here, I bought you these from the shop. I hope you like them," Conrad said shyly, handing Josak a small wrapped package. Josak took that as an invitation to open it right there and then, his eyes opening wide as he saw the ruby earring and necklace set nestled in the small presentation box.

"Like them?" he demanded softly, throwing his arms around Conrad and hugging him. "I love them."

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given him and he would treasure them. A lot of thought had obviously gone into the simple gift, as well as a lot of money and he wasn't sure he should allow it, but a man could accept expensive gifts from his lover from time to time, couldn't he? That would be Josak's excuse anyway, he thought to himself in amusement as he offered his own simple gifts.

Conrad smiled and thanked him hesitantly, obviously still feeling a bit self-conscious and shy about the whole thing. He'd get used to it eventually, Josak knew. It wouldn't take him long as he was a practical man. He chose to ignore the more awkward stares they were receiving from people as they continued down the street towards Josak's apartment. Who cared what these Earth humans thought anyway - soon enough they'd be back in Shin Makoku where it didn't matter what the person's gender was. If it came to a fight, both men could hold their own anyway, so he wasn't going to worry about it.

As nothing happened on the way to the apartment, he relaxed, entering and tossing the keys onto the counter before throwing one arm around an obviously skittish Conrad. "Lighten up, Conrad," he teased, withdrawing his arm and gesturing to the sofa for Conrad to make himself comfortable. "It's not like I'm going to jump you..." Yet.

Conrad gave a weak smile and went to sit as he was directed, relaxing slightly as Josak brought tea out for them both. They talked for a while, Josak noticing that Conrad relaxed more and more as nothing happened. He really was nervous, Josak realised, and he'd have to do something about it before they could go any further.

"Conrad, really, you can relax. I won't hurt you," Josak tried his best to reassure him, hoping it would work. It would ruin the whole thing if Conrad was so tense.

"I know," Conrad replied softly, doing his best not to look away. Josak took a wild guess, figuring he was nervous because of it being his first time.

"You know, it's not like I'm that inexperienced. Not that I've got that much experience either, but you know what I mean," he went on when it appeared Conrad wasn't going to say any more. Josak was beginning to feel uncharacteristically tongue-tied, but finally reached a solution of sorts and stood up, smiling at Conrad's quizzical look.

"Here, let me do this for you," he said, a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth as he moved around the back of the sofa and began to massage Conrad's tense shoulders and neck. Soon Josak could feel the relaxation seep into the other man's muscles as Conrad leaned back into the fingers slowly and steadily kneading the tension from them, a small sigh coming from him. It made Josak feel a lot better knowing he was able to do this for Conrad - who knew when it might come in handy?

He was in the perfect position, he soon realised and began to move his hands slowly down Conrad's chest, his fingers teasing through the fabric of his shirt. At Conrad's startled gasp, Josak moved his hands back up again, then down, the movements seemingly at random, though he knew exactly what he was doing. Every movement was calculated and planned out before he did it, in order to maximise pleasure for them both.

Josak leaned over Conrad, his mouth next to the other man's ear. "Are you all relaxed now?" he whispered, feeling the shiver of pleasure his breathy voice gave Conrad, the man nodding slowly as the shiver passed.

"Oh yes," Conrad breathed, obviously trying to keep his body under control. Josak gave a small smile of triumph and patted his shoulder.

"I think we're ready now, don't you?" he replied softly, tugging gently on Conrad's shirt in order to get him up to follow him to the bedroom. Conrad stood up, putting his arms around Josak's waist as his back was turned and began to kiss his neck slowly, making Josak shiver himself.

"If you keep that up, we won't even make it to the bedroom," he teased, trying to turn around in Conrad's embrace to kiss him back. "I can promise you it'll be well worth it when we do...."

"In that case, lead on," Conrad's hoarse whisper was like music to Josak's ears as he took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

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February 14 - Valentine's Day

I can't believe it. The day has come, Josak accepted my gift and now we're at his place, about to make love. And it is love, despite what Earth humans may think of the concept. I respect him as both a friend and lover and who knows about the future. Possibly a future mate, should fate and Shinou decide for us. If not, I'll still treasure our time together, however long it lasts. I just know that today, here and now, I love him and he loves me. It's a very heady and scary feeling...

Conrad sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Josak, who was slowly starting to remove his clothing. Something told him that it was bad form for a lover to allow that, making him stand up again and take the initiative. He slowly took over unfastening the buttons of Josak's shirt, then ran his hands down the exposed skin of his chest as Josak did the same for him.

It had often been said in Shin Makoku (though not where people thought Conrad could hear) that Conrad lacked the emotional depth to feel as most others did, but it wasn't true. He felt everything Josak did - from the gentle touches to the soft breath on his skin as Josak leaned in and began kissing his neck as soon as his shirt was off. It sent shivers down his spine and he wrapped his arms around Josak's waist as he melted into the kisses, throwing his head back as Josak nibbled gently on his neck.

"Josak," he gasped softly, pressing his body closer as the nips at his neck became slower and more sensual. An answering murmur and more insistent kisses made him growl softly and pull back in order to reciprocate. Josak's response was to push him down on the bed, following and resuming his ministrations on Conrad's neck. He moved lower a few moments later to his chest, making Conrad arch off the bed slightly as Josak's tongue teased his hardened nipples.

Conrad's arms tightened around Josak's back in reflex as the teasing became almost more than he could bear, one hand slipping down to Josak's trousers and removing his belt. Josak stopped what he was doing and sat up, unbuttoning his trousers and removing them quickly, then moved to Conrad, taking his trousers off as well, leaving them both naked in the warm air of Conrad's tiny apartment. Once the offending garments were removed, Josak moved over Conrad again, kissing his body and making him writhe in pleasure.

"Conrad," Josak whispered, his breath ghosting over Conrad's ear and making him squirm in anticipation. "Don't move, I'll be right back," he added, making Conrad stare at him in surprise as he got up and rummaged around in the pile of clothing on the floor beside the bed. Sitting up, Conrad watched as Josak drew a small tube from the pocket of his trousers and stood up, smiling at the expression on his face.

"It's just lube, don't worry," he commented, still chuckling. "I'll be gentle," he added in a softer tone, laying back down on the bed and pulling Conrad down with him, kissing him passionately.

When they broke apart, panting slightly, Conrad took the opportunity to set Josak straight. "I'm not as inexperienced as you seem to think," he retorted, keeping his expression light, despite the tone. "I am a soldier, remember, and this sort of thing happens a lot more than you'd think," not surprised when Josak nodded.

"While I may not have much direct experience," here he blushed slightly, "I'll bet I have more than my fair share of indirect experience." As he finished speaking, he drew a finger lightly down Josak's chest, enjoying the shiver that he could feel as well as see, running through his lover. It was his turn now to tease the other man.

Conrad continued to tease, Josak smiling as he knelt between Conrad's legs. his fingertips playing with Josak's nipples, then moving lower to tease the slightly hair-covered skin of his abdomen. "Keep doing that Conrad," Josak's voice was hoarse with arousal as Conrad's hands moved over his body.

Conrad's eyes widened as he saw Josak's erection, both aroused and surprised. He'd never knowingly brought about this kind of arousal to anyone, much less someone he had feelings for - it pleased him and made him nervous at the same time. Would he be up to Josak's expectations or would he be found lacking? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out, but Josak was too important to him to back out now.

He smiled hesitantly and began moving his hands lower, brushing the tip of Josak's erection with his hand a few times before getting the courage to wrap a hand around it and begin stroking him slowly. He saw and felt Josak stiffen, then gasp in pleasure as he felt the movements of Conrad's hand on him, moving in time with the stroking after a few moments before doing the same thing to Conrad, the stroking a little more firm and confident. Conrad faltered momentarily, his eyes half-closing in pure pleasure before he remembered what he was doing and began to stroke a little harder and quicker, hearing a moan from Josak in return.

It didn't take long before both men were heated enough to realise that something had better happen before they completely came undone. Conrad's breath was coming in panting gasps as Josak released him and reached for the tube, his eyes following the other man's movements. His breath quickened in anticipation when Josak's slick hands touched him just so - he knew without being told what was expected of him as he moved into place, allowing Josak more room to move and to touch him. By now he trusted Josak implicitly and would allow him to do anything he wanted, something he would always have trouble with for anyone else.

Josak, for his part, didn't abuse the trust placed in him, kissing Conrad gently as he pressed a finger into him, waiting until he relaxed before moving on. Conrad writhed as the pain-tinged pleasure surged through him. It wasn't as painful as expected, yet more painful, as paradoxical as that was. He forced himself to relax, kissing Josak back passionately, trying to lose himself in the feelings and the pain passed, turning exquisitely pleasureable as Josak touched something in him that made his nerves fire, his body arching into Josak's.

"By Shinou," Conrad gasped as the moment passed. "What was that?"

It seemed that despite their relative inexperience between them, Josak had managed to hit the right spot for Conrad without too much trouble. "That, my dear Conrad, was what it's all about," he smiled, breathing hard. His fingers continued to pleasure, although he didn't manage to hit the spot again until he was just about ready to give up and withdraw. The jolt it gave him felt well worth the time and trouble, Conrad thought as he fought to catch his breath, giving a loud groan of pure blissful pleasure.

Conrad was then puzzled when Josak coated his hand liberally with lube, his lover smiling as he put it aside. Josak gently placed his hand over Conrad's, encouraging him to stroke and coat him. He complied willingly once he got the point of the action, smiling as Josak's moans became more insistent as he stroked. The look on Josak's face spoke volumes, his lips parted slightly as he panted and his eyes half-lidded with desire. Maybe he wasn't as bad at this as he'd originally thought.

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Josak pushed Conrad's hands away, moved himself into position, and looked into Conrad's eyes. Beautiful, he thought, lowering himself to kiss as he gently slid himself into Conrad, catching the hiss of pain in his mouth as he did so.

"It's just temporary," he whispered, breaking the kiss as he slowly moved, giving Conrad a chance to get used to the sensations. When Conrad nodded, his eyes still showing pain, Josak waited just that little moment longer before beginning to withdraw, moving just as slowly as before. Now was not the time to rush things.

Once he'd almost completely withdrawn, he stopped, then thrust back in slowly, again giving Conrad time to get used to the feeling before repeating the actions a little faster and deeper than before. It didn't take long before Conrad began to move with him, his hips arching up against him and his legs going to around his back. Josak buried his head in Conrad's collarbone, his lips teasing their way across the skin, adding to the sensations Conrad was already experiencing as their bodies moved together in a rhythmic fashion.

Josak's arms began to tire sooner than he expected and he shifted his position slightly to relieve some of the pressure, giving Conrad a look of apology when he accidentally slid free of his lover's body. The groan of disappointment caught in his throat as Conrad gently took hold of him and guided him to the right place and they began the thrusting all over again, the need building up even quicker due to the interruption.

"Sorry 'bout that," Josak whispered apologetically, his voice hoarse with desire barely held in check. Conrad merely nodded in return, sweat sheening his body and making him almost glow in the low light of the bedroom. Their breathing sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room, almost making Josak wince, but soon he had other things to worry about. He was rapidly coming to the end of his endurance, and was close to release, but Conrad hadn't reached his climax yet, something Josak was determined he was going to get. He hadn't set this all up for Conrad to get nothing out of it; Josak wasn't going to give up just yet.

Giving it a little thought, he shifted again, this time minutely, trying his best to stimulate his lover's erection between their bodies and soon was rewarded with small cries of passion as Conrad's writhing body achieved release. A few more thrusts and Josak came as well, his body shuddering as he finally collapsed, unable to hold himself up any longer now that they'd both climaxed.

"Sorry," he apologised again, but Conrad merely smiled in return and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it," Conrad panted, still breathless from the orgasm that had rocked him.

While it wasn't particularly earth-shattering, it wasn't that bad either, Josak reckoned, considering their inexperience. It could have been worse, he thought sheepishly as he began to move off Conrad's sweat-dampened body, smiling as the man gave a small cry of protest.

"I don't know what kind of person you think I am, but I'm not some kind of sex-crazed maniac, you know," he teased his lover, his own breathing beginning to slow down from the gasping pants it had been just a few minutes before. "I can't keep this up all night."

Conrad laughed, Josak joining him as he lay beside the man, his arm thrown over his eyes. "You don't think?" Conrad teased him, raising himself onto an arm and looking down on his exhausted lover. "What makes you so sure I'm not?"

At that, both men laughed again, the very idea of it making Josak's sides hurt. After a while he realised they were both sweaty and sticky, not a nice sensation after the pleasure they'd been experiencing. He turned to Conrad, who appeared to have come to the same realisation.

"I think we're going to have to..." they both started at the same time, then chuckled as they'd both been about to say the same thing. Conrad nodded, a smile on his face that seemed to light up the whole room for Josak. It made him feel like he wanted to see that smile on his face permanently, and would do anything to keep it there. But first they'd have to get cleaned up.

"You can take your shower first, I'll go after you," he offered, not backing down when Conrad insisted Josak go first as the host.

"No Conrad, you go first. I can wait, and you're the guest," he pointed out, a gentle smile on his face.

When Conrad realised this was an argument he wasn't going to win, he padded quietly to the bathroom where moments later Josak heard the taps running and the sound of water rushing over skin. He envied the water then, envisioning the clear droplets on Conrad's skin. Almost without realising it, he walked to the bathroom, watching Conrad through the clear glass of the shower door, smiling when Conrad noticed him watching.

A small wave of Conrad's hand was all the acknowledgement Josak received, but it didn't matter. He had what he'd come for and there would be no looking back for either of them now. He could rest assured that whatever happened, Conrad was his and he was Conrad's. Fancy thoughts for a simple spy, Josak grinned to himself, but they were true for all that, and after giving Conrad a wave of his own, Josak made his way back to the bed to wait for his lover, secure in the feeling that for now, he loved, and was loved in return.

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THE END/FINI

Final Deadline Update

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:11:27 GMT

Okay, since I only heard from one person, I am going to assume that the rest of you are all on task and so the deadline for the exchange will be its regularly scheduled deadline on Feb. 6th. See you all later :)

Hello and Welcome!

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 18:41:30 GMT

Hello all!

Since this has gone over well for other holidays, I have decided to open up an Valentines Day exchange for Kyou Kara Maou. Here are the rules:

1. Sign up deadline is January 10th. Please e-mail your reqiest to kkmvalentine @ gmail.com. After the tenth a list of possible requests will be posted. You will then e-mail the moderator with the reqest you will be doing. If you sign up for this exchange you MUST complete someone elses request.

2. The submission deadline will be Febuary 4th so that posting will start from Feb. 5-14th. Submissions are to be set to the mod's e-mail.

3. All pairings and ratings are welcome. There will be no flaming of any pairing or situations. Bottome line: Don't like, don't read/view.

4. Since this is a Valentines Day Exchange, some aspect of love should be apart of (this could be kissing, declarations of love, dating, kissing, relationship, sex, whatever)of the piece.

5. All fics should be proof-read and beta'd and should be at least (but not limited to) 700 words.

6. When submitted to the mod the piece should have the following tag:

Title:
Name of Author:
Name of Recipient:
Pairings/Characters:
Rating:
Warnings:
Disclaimer:
Original Request:
Summary:

Art should be submitted with a working link AND as an attachment.

If there are any questions or concerns please email the mod at kkmvalentine @ gmail .com, I hope there will be a good turn out!

Lets get those arrows flyin' fellow cupids!!!