Aeyra

I don't like Rikkai much... Except for Marui Bunta. Because Marui is just that cool. I like select characters from each school, and I like the most from Seigaku. My favorite characters (in order as best as I can get them) are: Ryoma, Fuji, Eiji, Momo, Marui, Shiraishi, Atobe, Oshitari, Yuuta, Kamio, and... a couple others, but I forget their names. They're the most entertaining to read about. Oh yeah, I like Saeki too. And these characters haven't had that much screentime compared to the characters I don't really like... TT.TT

Pokemon Adventures is awesome. :3 Ruby!!!!

I dislike how people are always hating on Justin Bieber. What did he do? I mean, seriously. He got famous through Youtube. He wasn't a celeb's son (his mom was a teenage mom for crying out loud!), and all he had was a talent for music and determination to work hard. Just because he sounds like a girl doesn't give people the right to call him gay/a girl. Scream all you want about how 'terrible' his music is and how 'he's a girl' and all that, but honestly, take a second look. His music is pretty good(the first time I listened to his songs, I didn't even know it was him singing them. And I liked them. So I like his songs.), and he is quite obviously male. Of course, the music part is a matter of opinion, but don't go slamming him every chance you get. I'm no JB fangirl, and I'm not a JB hater. I'm the person who stands there and tells both sides to stop obsessing.

Since I'm in the mood... I'll critique. 1. The beginning shift in 3rd person->1st is a little too sudden. Keep it in first person if that's how the rest of the story is going to go. Unless you separate it with something, the transition is very rough and confusing. I read very fast, so changes like that are like snowboarding smoothly through snow and suddenly going down a hill of rocks. But it's an easily fixable error, so it should be fine once edited. 2. The 'familiar house' part is a little strange. There isn't enough detail on Shade's part to describe the pull the house had on him. It feels almost like its a random addition. 3. His wife's reaction is too mild. He's been home away so long, and she's been waiting, but it turns out he doesn't remember anything, not even who he is. A moment of acute shock would be nice, perhaps a sudden breakdown as well. That always add to the drama. 4. I noticed the curing of his arm wound isn't mentioned. He was bleeding pretty badly, and it seemed important, but it was forgotten after he left the inn. Any chance that we'll find out what happened to it? 5. He doesn't remember who he is, who his wife is, how he ended up where he is, but he remembers there's a town close to his up north. And once again, it's introduced almost randomly. Describe the relentlessly pushing impulse that drives him longing with desire to go to that town! It needs more than spur-of-the-moment description! 6. The captain gave in a little too easily to Shade's command. It'd be more interesting if he went against orders and killed the dragon in secret. 7. Storybook 'perfect aim' is hitting the dragon straight in the eye on the first shot and slaying it instantly. I think dragons are big creatures, and landing an arrow on it shouldn't be too hard for anyone with experience. The way the scene is described makes it hard to 'see', and makes it feel as if the guy isn't really too great if it takes him twenty minutes to dispatch a dragon with 'perfect aim.' It's one thing if he 'blinded it and sent it into a rampage... But still managed to land arrows upon its armored chest, repeatedly piercing the thick hide until the sharp steel tips finally bit into flesh, making their mark upon the dragon's heart, sending it crashing to the ground, dead.' and another if there's no description. The reader ends up having to make descriptions like that themselves. (though it is fun to write descriptions...) 8. How does this guy know he has enough money to 'pay in full' or is he bluffing? Does he have a bag of gold jangling at his waist, strung onto a stiff leather belt? Is he a sly trickster, trying to find a way to obtain the armor? I know it's probably option one, but still... I'd appreciate an explanation. 9. I think it's much, much, much harder to get an audience with the king. And an explanation for why Shade feels it's so important would be helpful because it appears to be another one of his random whims. The smaller components of this story are quite shaky at parts. 10. Why is the king so willing to believe a man who just strolled through the throne room? And again, I believe a target as large as a dragon is quite possible to be hit by any archer with some skill. If your friend would like to make it impossible, have him/her mention how fast the dragon flew, slicing through the air like an arrow, fire streaming our in torrents from its cavernous mouth and stuff of the like. 11. This part: "So I decided it was in my best interest to stay for a while. The next day I decided to leave after the king woke." <- These sentences are very contradictory. It's one of those 'So... Which is it?' moments. Choose one and stock with it! 12. What is the new way of calling the seasons? Us readers are left in the dark yet again. 13. Why does Shade want to hear news of the dragon he KILLED? Isn't it dead? Does he want to hear his praises sung throughout the land? WHY? (<- very important component of any story) Yes, I was in a harsh critic mode.... But I personally get irritated when people just read over my story when I ask for critique and just go: "Great job! Keep it up!" It doesn't help improve my writing in the slightest, and while it provides encouragement, I find a nice, long critique keeps me motivitated for improvement. My honest opinion is that this story needs some polishing up and fixing, but my advice is to not give up. Otherwise, you'll regret it. (my Fanfics are rotting in my Notes app...)

There's a theory that Ryoga will show up... I don't even know who he is. After 65 chapters, you'd think you'd run into a plot... ... ... And I'm only there for Shuusuke, Ryoma, and Fuji. *nods* Shuusuke for being awesome, Ryoma for being just as awesome, and for Eiji being the funniest character and one of the coolest. Another reason for me liking Shuusuke and Ryoma is because I support FujiRyo. I don't actually want it to happen in the manga... But I love it in fanfiction.

The New Prince of Tennis has no plot... It's all fan service. I only read in hopes of seeing more Ryoma, Fuji, and Eiji.

Look, I just found this!

Thanks. :3 Though I have to update those sometime... -.-' I want to, but I really wanna write my Code Geass fanfic too... BTW, do you want to see it? (AKA Can I show it to you?)

Oh Lelouch... You and your wacky poses... I hope Suzaku doesn't have to carry on that particular trait...

I have... no idea why I wrote this. Okay, I do, I was bored, and this kind of came out of my boredom. It's one of those random one-shots that are kind of dark and angsty, but aren't very long.... ... ... Yeah. Self-explanatory. I don't think it's very good, but I guess it's decent. Please comment! That Last Time He showed up late that night, an hour later than he should have. He had promised to show up at 7 o’clock sharp, under the Tokyo Tower, where we would stay and watch the stars all night. I’d waited for him eagerly, my short dress rustling in the breeze, my smile bright and anticipating. I had scanned the crowd, looking for that familiar cowlick on the back of his head, those sharp blue eyes that could catch every detail of any murder, guaranteed. When ten minutes passed I called him, but no one answered, leaving me slightly anxious under the towering crimson steel. I started pacing back and forth to keep my mind from wandering, wandering to ugly places, where imagination runs wild in the ways you wish it never would. Ten more minutes passed and I called again, still no answer, and I grew extremely anxious. Whenever he was late, he’d call, at least text, tell me why he was being delayed, be it traffic, a sudden appointment, or him having simply forgotten. But even that one time he had forgotten, he had picked up his phone, and there shouldn’t be anything keeping him from answering it. I send him a quick message, just in case. A simple ‘Where are you?’ At least a text he should have been able to reply, just a few words, ‘I’m almost there’ or ‘Just wait a bit longer’, but I was left in the dark, never feeling more alone. I wanted to leave, to get a taxi to his house and figure out exactly why he had completely ignored my calls and forgotten our big date, but I was afraid to go, not knowing how I’d react if he wasn’t home either. Half an hour passed, and the streets were quieter, no longer the hustling, bustling crowd it was barely an hour ago, and occasionally a couple or a small family would cast me a glance, at the teenage girl staring at the ground, tapping her feet anxiously against the stone. I could only worry, wonder where he was, if he had gotten sucked up into another big case, and disappear again. When the hour struck, I was done with the unproductive waiting, completely intent on barging through his door and hitting him until he begged for mercy as payback for making me so afraid, so scared, and so vulnerable. I turned away from the Tokyo Tower, filled with newfound fury, so distracted with anger that I accidentally ran into someone. Someone who grabbed my arms and pulled me into his chest, my nose buried in the his cool, yet warm scent, someone who stroked my hair, his hands soft and gentle, someone who dragged me into the darkness of an emptier, less-lit street, someone who remained silent. Someone who I knew very well, someone who I had been waiting for, someone who I cried into, unconsciously digging my nails into his back where I clung like some baby animal. “Shinichi,” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt, and I heard my whisper returned by soothing hushes, responded by his warm touch slowly making its way up my arm. “Why were you late?” His breath came in pants, like he’s been running for hours, and I notice that his palms are sweaty, and that his fingers have left trails of moisture on my skin. “I’m sorry, Ran. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” “That’s not an answer!” I protested, squirming in his tight grip. “You had me worried! You wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts or anything! I had no idea what might have happened to you.” He didn’t answer, just pulled me tighter, until I could hardly breathe, and with me in his arms we stepped further into the darkness, and I could barely make out his shape. I was so angry at him, yet I couldn’t speak a word of that masked fury, I could only let them flow out in tears. “I’m sorry, Ran,” he repeated, and he let go, and I shivered, feeling the cool air replace his touch. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” I should have felt relieved, but I couldn’t, because while it did sound like a promise, it also sounded like… a good bye. “Shinichi?” My voice wavered, a question spoken into the still air. “I’m not coming back again until I can stay for good, Ran.” His voice shook, and grew hoarse, almost scratchy compared to his usual eloquent tone. “It’ll be better for the both of us.” “No, are you leaving me again, Shinichi?” I wanted it to come out like one of those painful, heart wrenching screams you hear in romance movies, where the heroine cries and her lover pities her and takes back his words, wiping the tears off her cheeks, caressing her as he comforted her. But it came out like an inaudible whisper. “Trust me,” he replied, as quiet as me, and for a few seconds, all we could hear was Tokyo traffic, the melody of rushing cars and honking horns, so loud, yet so silent. “Promise you will come back, Shinichi,” I commanded, sounding strong even though the tears had already spilled down my face. “Promise.” “I don’t know if-“ I cut him off in a way that surprised us both. My lips were pressed strongly against his, and I heard his slight gasp of surprise turn into a satisfied moan, and he took me in his arms again, hugged me close, never once separating our connection. His lips were hot, burning, like he had a fever, and I could smell the sweat on his brow, a salty tang. Then… He pushed me away, repeatedly murmuring, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” so quietly I could just barely hear him, and his voice sounded as if were interlaced with pain. He started running, and I could hear him stumbling, but I couldn’t move, rooted to spot. The next day, I received a text early in the morning, a text from Shinichi. There were only two words, but those two words meant everything. “I promise.”

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Lelouch deserved his fate, that's what I have to say about it. And I can't help but think that he could have figuratively saved the world without sacrificing himself... If he had simply remained the Emperor of the Weak then he could have fairly declared war against Schniezel for disrupting the peace and become an ally of the world and have worked with the UN to create a better world THROUGH NEGOTIATION AT A TABLE. Personally, the Zero Requiem feels more like Lelouch's need to punish himself alongside Suzaku, though patricide is a whole lot more forgivable than genocide! (the FLEIA was an accident. Suzaku had no choice to launch it as that is what Geass commanded him to do. Under his own control, he would have much rather died than launch it.)

What happens if Lelouch's wish was for his sister to be protected, and Nunnally receiving a form of Geass from Mark Nemo. :3 The series starts with Suzaku as Euphy's knight!

I dislike CC so I won't be watching it. I'll just sit here and wish there was an anime version of 'Nightmare of Nunnally', which was actually really good. I recommend Nightmare of Nunnally.

XD Gonna replace it on Christmas?

The Book Thief. <- Amazing book.

Thanks! Invisible ink ain't so invisible on the iPod Touch. : P But who knows? It shall be revealed on the week of gift-giving. XD