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FANFICTION

Cars
Apologies
Parallels
Someone to Care About
The Dangers of Attraction
The Luckiest *NC-17
The Path to Victory
The Perfect Date

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
A New Light
Breaking Point
The Greatest Prize
Imperfect
Shower *NC-17
Speechless
Sunshine
Whore *NC-17

Digimon
Wallace's Eyes

Harry Potter
Away From Home
Beauty & Brains
Black Rose Petals
Content
Neverland
One Night and Many More
Perfection
Smell
Stargazer

Pirates of the Caribbean
Island
Winds

The Suite Life of Zack & Cody
The Magic of Mistletoe

Yu-Gi-Oh!
Amethyst Ocean Tide
Broken Glass
Defeat
Departure
Duelist's Point
Everlasting Fire
Feather Warrior
Fly With Me
Glow
Gunshot
The Last Star
Let the Tears Fall
Like a Blue Rose
Malik
Merodi no Takai
Never Let Go
Raindrops Falling
Silent Tears: Yami's Account
Snowflake Tears
When Somebody Locks You In Their Basement
Worthy of You


ORIGINAL

General
Addiction
First Date
Only One Night
The Landing

Novel
After the Storm

Personal
Verity
Rainbow Bridges
For Love

Real-Life Fiction
Pool

Your hands run over my body oh-so-softly; your skin looking darker than usual against my own pale flesh. You brush against a sensitive spot and I moan in appreciation, arching my body to meet yours. You hold me close to you, and for that moment I am your second skin. You capture my lips in a soft, chaste kiss and I sigh contentedly when we become one.

Waiting for me to adjust to the sensation of being taken—of being whole—you bury your head in my neck.

Our eyes meet, and a flash of understanding runs between us.

Ready? the Green asks softly.

Always, the Grey whispers back.

You finally move and I moan contentedly, gripping your shoulders tightly. We meld together again; and I will never tire of the sensations I feel now. When it is time to let go, I am not aware that I call your name out so loudly and desperately. But I do notice when you whisper ‘Draco’ so lovingly, your feelings etched deeply into your verdant eyes. I smile, because I will never get used to how beautiful my name sounds on your lips. Only yours.

You sigh happily and lay gently onto me, snuggling into my chest. I close my eyes and wrap a protective arm around you.

Moments later, you slide off and lay right beside me, draping your arm across me. I look into your eyes again, and I know what you are about to say before you even open your mouth. I don’t stop you from saying it, because I love to hear it come from your lips.

I love you, Dragon.

I kiss your forehead lightly, and I feel you melt under my touch. I put the last candle out and hold you close.

I love you, too.

They met in the Astronomy tower, as usual, Lily arriving later than Narcissa this time. She was already waiting for her, sitting in a chair by the window. Lily watched her girlfriend for a moment, noticing how she seemed so cold, untouchable. Ice queen, Lily smiled. My ice queen.

She approached Narcissa quietly, wrapping her arms around the girl from behind. Narcissa sighed deeply, not completely melting from her previous state but she wasn’t as tense, either. Lily leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek, and Narcissa turned so that their lips met. Lily never got tired of kissing Narcissa. She could never describe it. It was just so—special. Beautiful. Perfect.

Narcissa took Lily’s hand in hers, and Lily looked at her questioningly. Narcissa smiled the smallest of smiles. “Lily…” She loved the way her name sounded on Narcissa’s lips. She always made it sound like she was some kind of deity. “Would you like to come to my room today? It’s a bit chillier up here tonight, and I just thought…”

Lily closed her eyes. Narcissa’s room. With a bed. She started to feel a little panicked. What if she wasn’t ready? She was two years younger than Narcissa… What if Narcissa hadn’t even meant it that way? Maybe she was just worried that they would freeze to death. Lily took a deep breath and calmed herself. Cissa won’t do anything I don’t want to do. She won’t hurt me. I know she won’t.

Lily nodded. Narcissa’s eyes sparkled.

Their first night together was not what Lily had expected. It was better. Much better.

It was special.

It was beautiful.

It was perfect.

“There are better uses for a wand than to make oneself more beautiful, Cissa,” Andromeda said quietly from the windowsill of the expansive room, watching her older sister cast cosmetic charms on herself. Without looking at the other, Narcissa responded.

“What would you know? You’re just a child. Beauty gets women what they want.”

Andromeda frowned at her sister’s answer. “But women can get what they want by themselves. Why bother just for that purpose? Why don’t they just use their brains?”

“Why do things yourself when you can get others to do them for you?”

Andromeda had no reply.

Summary: Mike thinks that Charlie smiles too much and he hates that Charlie always smells like candy. A boy’s jumbled thoughts on the person who has changed his life.

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Mike is far from perfect.

He has never been the same since stepping out of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. One does not get shrunken to the height of a few inches and then stretched to ten feet without coming out damaged—both physically and emotionally.

He is only six feet and a few inches now, after Charlie and Wonka (Wonka was rather reluctant but Charlie had managed to persuade him) built a machine that condensed things as opposed of stretching them. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience for Mike, and being compacted had been almost as bad as being stretched. He had screamed and screamed and demanded for the machine to be stopped. He is still tall, but at least he can (kind of) pass under doorways and not have to bend over whenever he is inside a room. Unfortunately, despite all the Wonka-Vites he had stocked up on, he is still unnaturally skinny and has a strange sickly, grotesque look to him—the natural one of someone who’s body had been forced to defy the laws of nature. His features still appear disconcertingly flat.

Mike has never been a bright, sunny, naïve boy, but after being thrown out of his own home, he has become bitterer than ever. He lashes out at whoever annoys him and rarely feels sorry for it because at least they’re not deformed. But sometimes Charlie is the victim of his harsh words and it is only then that Mike feels horribly guilty. Sometimes he says terrible things without meaning to—they just come out—and Charlie’s face crumbles and his eyes get suspiciously wet and he runs out of the room and refuses to speak a word to Mike for a long time. Mike usually feels so bad that he cannot eat and shuts himself up in his room and tries to lose himself in his video games.

Once, Mike had said something horrible about Charlie’s family and they hadn’t spoken for three days straight. Mike had tried so hard to apologize—even sending Charlie flowers by Oompa Loompa—but Charlie had refused to comply. Mike hadn’t eaten a single morsel of food and he hadn’t been able to get any sleep, either. He had even vomited twice. It had taken Wonka casually mentioning his sickliness and refusal to eat anything to get Charlie to see him. And when he had seen the ghost of a boy Mike had become in those three days, he had cried his eyes out. For weeks later, he had taken to smothering him even more than usual—Mike still blushed at the memory of the overly sappy words Charlie had repeated to him over and over again, followed by long, lingering kisses and warm, loving hands that traveled his body and left tingling trails upon Mike’s skin—and treating him as if he was fragile glass just waiting to shatter.

Charlie Bucket, the boy who has brought light to his life and changed him and saved him from an unimaginable fate. And even if he has never said it to Charlie’s face, he loves him with all his heart.

They have their ups and downs, just like an ordinary couple. Sometimes Charlie annoys the hell out of him, with all his upright morals and childishness and his stupid obsession with candy. Sometimes Charlie comes back from experimenting with Wonka and he smells so sweet that it hurts Mike’s senses. Sometimes Charlie is so selfless and generous and good that Mike just can’t stand him.

But it is Charlie who gives Mike a home and food and a ‘job’ so he can eventually support himself. It is Charlie who wants to share the Factory with him—even though Wonka is adamant that his life’s work should never touch the hands of a “television brat”—and it is Charlie who showers him with affection and pecks his cheek sweetly and holds his hand in public, not caring about the disapproving looks they receive from passersby. It is Charlie who makes him feel loved and special and like he is actually worth something. It is Charlie who sneaks into Mike’s room every night and climbs into his bed, and without a word, wraps himself tenderly around Mike and makes Mike feel safe and secure and appreciated. And most importantly of all, it is Charlie who takes all of Mike’s shit, lets him know that what he says is unacceptable, and yet comes back every time and forgives him and gives him yet another chance.

Mike knows that Charlie deserves someone better than a twerpy teenager who never looks quite normal, even though most people cannot put their finger on why he looks so wrong. He knows that Charlie is too good for him. But Charlie has promised forever—Mike knows that this is highly improbable, but for once in his life, he hopes that he will be proved wrong—and Mike is going to hold on for as long as he can, because he doesn’t think he could ever love anyone else the way he loves Charlie.

LOL, my characters are now flat, the romance feels awkward, and the plot is moving like a broken roller coaster.

BUT I'VE REACHED 50,000 WORDS, AND I AM VERY HAPPY AND VERY PROUD.

Yuugi to Yami: Other Me ("mou hitori no boku")
Yami to Yuugi: Partner ("aibou")
Ryou to Bakura: Spirit
Bakura to Ryou: Vessel, Host ("yadonushi")
Malik to Mariku: Shadow (~"yami")
Mariku to Malik: Little Light, Pretty-Light, little Malik ("hikari")
Anzu to Mazaki: Mazaki
Mazaki to Anzu: Anzu
Renn to Lei: Lei-sama
Lei to Renn: my Renn ("atashi no Renn")

Mokuba to Kaiba: Nii-sama
Shizuka to Jounouchi: Onii-chan
Malik to Isis: Nee-san
Mikaa to Pann: Onii-san

Mikaa, Pann, Akai to Pegasus: Master Pegasus
Celestine, Shadowcat to Pegasus: Pegasus

This plot that I came up when I was twelve has more holes in it than a slab of Swiss cheese.

(11,200 words and counting!)

You know, I was afraid that The Book of Lost Ages would be stretching plausibility a little too far, but then I watched episode 206 yesterday and learned about the "Millennium Spellbook", which is like...really similar! So, neato. :D

Decided I can actually place this after the KC Grand Prix, with Yami allowing Yuugi to take a break before they embark to Egypt.

Problem that has been plaguing me for the past six years...

HOW THE HELL DO I MAKE THE COPYCAT MILLENNIUM ITEMS PLAUSIBLE?!

X___X

Maybe they just shouldn't be Items and should just be like... I dunno, diadems or bracelets or something. But why the hell would King Zaladin have five of them...

It's really hard keeping this plausible. :(

Chapter 1: Lee Renn
Summary: Ryou's father comes home from a trip with Ryou's now-orphaned second cousin.

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A cold, windy day in March, Bakura Ryou opened the door to his apartment, expecting the pizza boy and instead coming face-to-face with his father. As it was the first Ryou had seen of him in months, he stared at him in surprise for a moment before his brain registered that he was not alone.

At his father’s side stood a small girl, wrapped in an enormous black coat.

“Hello, Ryou,” Mr. Bakura said.

“Hi, Otousan,” he replied demurely, stepping out of the doorway to let them in.

“I want you to meet Lee Renn. She’s your second cousin. I don’t know if you remember, but you two were friends when you were younger.” Shrugging off his coat, he added, “She’ll be staying with us for a little while.”

Ryou blinked. “Staying?”

( Mr. Bakura frowned... )

Yami no Malik, Dark Malik, Marik, Ishtar. I call him "Mariku".

Who is he? He is Malik's alter ego, a creation born out of pure anger and hatred. He embodies all of Malik's negative emotions and would like to witness and cause the destruction of everything. He first appears when Malik is recovering from the ritual and first takes over Malik's body after Malik and Isis go up to the surface and return to find Rishid being punished for Malik's disobedience. Rishid's carvings on his face seal him in, until he is struck down by Ra. Delighting in Shadow Games, Mariku takes over Malik's body completely, leaving him as a bodiless spirit who inhabits Anzu and Ryou at random intervals. When Mariku plays Yami in the Battle City finals, he makes it a Shadow Game in which their other selves are slowly eaten by the darkness for every Life Point lost. During the duel, Rishid recovers and goes to see Mariku and pleads for Malik to fight against his darkness. Malik seizes control and surrenders the match, allowing Mariku to be eaten by darkness.

How do I canonically revive him? As Mariku is the culmination of all of Malik's negative emotions, I think there's a loophole in the whole...Mariku being destroyed thing. I think Mariku the psychotic homicidal maniac was destroyed, but Mariku in essence lives off of pain--more specifically, Malik's pain. Is it really plausible that after Battle City, Malik would never feel any negative emotions again? Mariku is the darkness (he brags about it tirelessly, after all), and darkness never really goes away. Without it, there can be no light.

So my theory for the purpose of this story is that when the separating spell is uttered, Mariku is separated from Malik as a tangible being. And he is much milder, because Malik has become much milder and has less things to be bitter or angry about. Perhaps Mariku is lonelier, more insecure, etc. Still, his appearance probably still scares Malik and Isis a lot, so that has to be dealt with; he has to earn their trust (kindness towards Malik? But he probably still doesn't like Isis very much and loathes Rishid).

What's his purpose? His purpose in the story is to protect Malik and become his lover (therefore he must develop an attraction and possessiveness of Malik, and Malik must learn to trust and depend on him). Also, he is the "essence of darkness" that will be captured and sacrificed for Pegasus's ritual. Cue heartbroken and distraught Malik and perhaps resurrected Mariku.

"Hush, stop crying," a voice cooed in his mind. Malik froze in shock at the familiar baritone.

"Y-Yami, h-how... I saw your body, and you were so...d-dead..." What a cruel trick the gods were playing on him, making him believe that Mariku was part of him again when he had so obviously been ripped away. But this felt so real... The warmth of his heart, the completion of his mind. It was too good of an impression. "Make it stop," he whispered to himself. "He can't be real. He can't be here. He's not here. You're deluding yourself."

A dark chuckle resounded in his head, and his fists tightened, fingers aching to comb gravity-defying hair. He yearned for those chiseled, tanned arms around him, and those dark, wild eyes eating him alive. "I'm real," the voice hissed.

In an instant, he found himself wrapped in a warm embrace, translucent but clearly distinguishable arms holding him tightly. Another chuckle.

"How are you here, Yami?" Malik asked, sighing and leaning back into Mariku's translucent but hard chest.

"I told you, Little Malik. I am the darkness. And you can never destroy the darkness."

He will accompany Malik and Isis to Egypt but be captured along the way, leaving Malik with the dilemma of going after him and completing his task with Isis... Oh no!

I am going to give NaNoWriMo a try this year. I've decided to use it as an excuse to finally work on that epic Yu-Gi-Oh! story that I never finished. However, I've decided to completely rewrite it (like, completely; I mean, I wrote this stuff when I was like twelve, hahaha), so I'm really excited to get going on this. For the next month, I'm just going to plan and outline and pre-write like crazy.

I've realized recently that I have a really hard time keeping a grip on Yu-Gi-Oh! characters, which is pretty sad, considering YGO! fanfiction makes up the majority of my works. I was only twelve then, but still, I find it pretty pathetic. Anyway, I'm going to try really hard to characterize as well as I do when I write for Cars when I write this, so I thought for prep I'd try to describe each of the characters in a few words, the way that I'm going to write them...

Mutou Yuugi: optimistic, trusting, helpful
Mou hitori no Yuugi [Yami]: righteous, confident, arrogant
Bakura Ryou: polite, introverted, innocent
Yami no Bakura [Bakura]: sadistic, gruff, paranoid, conceited
Malik Ishtar: carefree, determined, vain, fierce, "childlike exuberance"
Yami no Malik [Mariku]: bold, sadistic, (nihilistic), insane, silly
Isis Ishtar: perceptive, wise
Lee Renn: reserved, quiet
Mou hitori no Renn [Lei] fierce, outspoken
Mazaki Anzu: loyal, supportive, caring
Mou hitori no Anzu [???]: secretive, silent
Kaiba Seto: ambitious, cold, skeptical, confident, egotistical
Kaiba Mokuba: faithful, steadfast
Jounouchi Katsuya: courageous, persevering, loudmouthed
Kawai Shizuka: loyal, reverent, sweet, gentle
Honda Hiroto: pragmatic, steadfast
Otogi Ryuuji: smart, responsible
Shadi: investigative

Pegasus J. Crawford: ambitious, desperate
Mikaa: prideful, loyal, hot-tempered, condescending
Pann: arrogant, nosy
Celestine: relentless
Akai: steadfast, charming
Shadowcat: disdainful

The "hikaris" seem to be really difficult for me to characterize; I'm not quite sure why. Also, I'm really not sure what to do with Honda as a character... But sending him away on a trip seems so wimpy, and I think that Jounouchi needs him. Hrm. I'm also having problems with Rishid; I'd like to think that he would accompany his siblings, but I can't have him with them on Duelist's Point because then Mariku would be sealed in and that would totally mess up the plot. Grr.

Summary: Bakura cheats on Yami. This is the aftermath.

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I: Betrayal
Yami comes home to suspicious moans and loud shouts. He follows them to the bedroom of the apartment, eyes narrowed and body tensed. He opens the door and stares. A sweaty, naked Bakura lies panting like an animal in heat under Malik, whose gold earrings glint in the dim light. Milk white fingers grip dark buttocks. Yami closes his eyes but cannot erase the image of the two joined below the waist.

"Shit," Bakura swears, and Malik groans in shame.

Opening his eyes, Yami sighs wearily. Looking past Malik, his eyes meet Bakura's. Bakura doesn't miss the hurt, disappointment, and anger in those eyes. Already, he feels bad. Already, he wants to fix this. Already, he knows that they are ruined forever. He feels helpless. "I'm sorry," he blurts out, like apologizing to a prized glass cup that he carelessly dropped.

A resigned man, Yami shakes his head. "Bastard," he says simply, feigning an indifference that he does not feel, and closes the door. Inside, he hears Bakura demand that Malik get off of him. He wipes his eyes and runs out of the apartment. The bedroom door flings open and Bakura sprints after him, shouting his name.

Yami keeps running.

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( II: Helplessness )

Summary: A miserable Mike and a hopeful Charlie form a correspondence and friendship that changes their lives forever.

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When Mike hears that Charlie Bucket won Willy Wonka’s contest, he wants to punch the reporter on his computer screen.

When Mr. Teavee reads aloud the latest headline and accompanying it, the article about Wonka’s new heir and the mysterious disappearance of the other Golden Ticket winners, Mike wants to tear the newspaper out of his father’s hands and rip it to shreds.

When he arrives back home in Denver and his mother screams at the sight of him, eight and three-quarters feet tall and paper thin, he cannot squelch the horrible feeling in his chest.

( Most of the reporters have given up... )

Summary: Lightning thinks that Chick is only using him, but Chick will prove him wrong.

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“Hey, buddy! What’re you—”

Lightning turned around, startled. He quickly shoved something in a drawer and said nonchalantly, “Mater! Hey! Didn’t see you there, ehehe.”

Mater peered over him, at where whatever Lightning was hiding had been a moment ago. He frowned. “Wha’ was that?”

“Huh? N-nothing,” Lightning replied nervously.

( Mater gave him a Look.. )

Summary: Two years later, Doc apologizes to Lightning.

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For the first time in many, many years, Doc was happy. He had a comfortable roof over his head, he had a successful job with many patients, he had friends who he trusted and who trusted him in return, he was far from penniless, he felt good about himself, and most importantly, he had found a best friend and (hopefully) lifetime partner in one Lightning McQueen.

But there was just one thing that constantly plagued his mind, now that a quaint sort of complacency had settled in.

He had never apologized to Lightning for calling the press and informing them of Lightning’s whereabouts. Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal now, since Lightning had decided to settle down in Radiator Springs anyway, but Doc’s selfish thinking that night still disturbed his guilty conscience.

( Sighing, he turned off the light in his study... )

Summary: Lightning wants nothing more than to give Doc a night he’ll never forget, but he is clueless about how to go about doing it. Set before the opening of the Hudson Hornet Museum in Radiator Springs.

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“Hey, Mater?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“Hypothetically speaking, say you really like someone and want to take them out on a date, but you don’t think that they like you that way. You’re not even sure if you’re their type. What would you do?”

The two cars were parked at Flo’s V8 Café, enjoying an early morning bout of fuel. The usual cars were there as well: Fillmore, Sarge, Flo, and Ramone. Today, Luigi was there as well. Fillmore was arguing with Sarge about government conspiracies as usual while Flo, Ramone, and Luigi were chattering about how great their businesses had been doing since the influx of new customers.

“Aw shucks, Lightnin’. Didn’t you and Sally jus’ stop seein’ each others las’ week?”

( The tow truck was right... )

Summary: Can the ends really justify the means? For in favor of victory, in favor of winning, in favor of his pride, Chick has lost the one car who would have given him everything. This is the story behind the King's wreck.

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“Chick, we need t’talk.”

Chick frowned at the King’s serious tone and braked. The two racecars had been practicing at the track of the Los Angeles International Speedway, both preparing for the big race and just spending time together.

They weren’t exactly friends, per se. Friends-with-benefits was more like it, for being friends with the King certainly had many benefits for Chick: the kisses, the drives, the talking, and (not that Chick would ever admit to being the cuddling type) the snuggling. It was a no-strings-attached sort of arrangement. They both had priorities: the King had his marriage and Chick had his pride. Neither of them held any romantic notions—well, that had been the original plan, anyway.

( But Chick was shrewder than most thought. )

Summary: Sheriff tries to warn Doc about the danger of his attraction to Lightning, but Doc is already in too deep. Set during the movie.

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“You’re just going to end up hurting yourself,” he tells Doc for what feels like the hundredth time. Doc nods, but he has a faraway look on his face. Sheriff sighs.

“I don’t understand what you see in that delinquent, anyway.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Doc says shortly.

Sheriff frowns, undeterred. “Try me.”

“He reminds me of myself, when I was young,” Doc says quietly, and Sheriff knows there is some big, important story behind this. He waits for an elaboration, but Doc remains silent, staring into the distance.

“How?” he ventures.

“Like I said, you wouldn’t understand,” Doc says in a forceful tone that demands that the subject be dropped, before pushing him out of his office.

Sheriff stares at the closed door, windshield furrowed.

Doc’s right. He doesn’t understand.

*

“Why don’t you get a quart of oil at Flo’s? I’ll keep an eye on him.”

( Sheriff gives him a sidelong look... )