tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62273966757996792372023-11-15T07:22:12.820-06:00AfterDarkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-48549755842388577392014-01-14T14:20:00.000-06:002014-01-14T14:20:12.989-06:00AfterDark's New Home!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Konnichiwa, my loves!</div>
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It's your girl, Meiko, and I am happy to be speaking to you all in 2014! It's here, we've made it and we have so much to look forward to in this new year.</div>
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Now, as the AfterDark crew promised at the end of last year, 2014 would mark the rebirth of AfterDark Radio. With new hosts, new content and new platforms, AfterDark is making a lot of moves which will all be revealed in the upcoming weeks. It's all very exciting, so we hope you're ready for this wild ride!</div>
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But with all of the fancy new upgrades, I promise that your girls haven't changed a bit. Saki is still her crazy, off-the-wall self, I'm still your little angel with that mischievous glint in her eye, and Tenshi is as adorable and feisty as ever! No matter how many changes we make, always remember that at the heart of it all, we're just being us and love all of you that have supported us in this movement.</div>
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With that being said, it's time to announce that the relaunch begins TODAY, starting with my continuation of AfterDark Tales. We've made it! However, the relaunch won't be happening here.</div>
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Hold up, back it up, wait what?! I'm sure that's what a lot of you are thinking. But it's true, AfterDark is saying bye bye to Blogger... and HELLO to WordPress! That's right: New year, new blog. All of those changes I've mentioned have already begun at <a href="http://matsuriradio.wordpress.com/">matsuriradio.wordpress.com</a>. Everything is the same, except the hosting site. So it's cool, right? New look, new layout and new content awaits you. </div>
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So, what are you waiting for? Click on over to WordPress and drop a like, tweet us @AfterDarkPC and let us know your thoughts on the new look and blog, and if you're on WordPress already, why not subscribe? That way you will always be on top of what's going down at AfterDark Radio. </div>
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Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived, and it's time to get sexy, steamy and silly. Saki, Tenshi and I await your arrival... ;)</div>
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Thank you, Blogger, for helping us build our foundation. We're off to bigger and better things. Sayonara!</div>
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Forever Sexy,</div>
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Meiko Matsuri ;)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-71018926976721103792013-12-17T22:20:00.000-06:002013-12-17T22:20:55.316-06:00A Hanyou's Masquerade: Run-In<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The sting of a suddenly misplaced pair of socks jolted Miroku up, looking around in a daze as he tried to figure out what hit him. “Dude, I was up. But this bed was like the warmth of a woman’s body; I just couldn’t pull away.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inuyasha huffed. “Yeah, whatever. If you thought about track as much as you did women, then maybe you wouldn’t still be in the #2 spot.”</span></span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pulling on his robe, Inuyasha freed his dark hair from its tie and let it fall over his shoulders and down his back. The black tresses contrasted beautifully against his tanned skin, darkened by summer nights spent at the beach. It’s only been a few weeks that school was back in session for Tokyo University, but with the increased intensity of their workouts due to the departure of the team’s key seniors, Inuyasha and Miroku were starting to feel their junior status.</span></span></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inuyasha opened his eyes and lifted his hands palm up, flexing his knuckles until he could see the veins popping up in his large hands. Last night, he could barely pick up his fork at dinner. Now, he didn’t feel anything at all. It was almost as if it never happened. He took note that the pain in his mouth was gone as well and his eyesight was as crystal clear as ever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“My body is weird,” he grumbled to himself. He decided not to tell Kaede what he was experiencing because he didn’t want to worry her, but he wished for her guidance. He made a resolve to talk to her about his problems when he went home. After all, he had to make sure his health didn’t take away from his efforts on the track team.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lathering soap in his hands, Inuyasha didn’t want to think about the possibility of quitting. Despite his complaints about the early practices, he loved nothing more than feeling his cleats dig into the asphalt track. As captain, he couldn’t let his teammates down. Despite his worries, he couldn’t hold this off any longer. He had to make sure he was ready for anything.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The soap rinsed off of his body, Inuyasha turned the steaming stream off and let the cool air sink into his skin before reaching for his towel. Noticing the sound of another shower running not too far from him, Inuyasha figured Miroku finally made it to the showers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Drying up, he pulled his robe back onto his lean, chiseled frame and finished up his shower routine. The clean feeling leaving him satisfied, Inuyasha returned to his room and got dressed in a t-shirt and pair of sweats. He pulled out his duffel bag and made sure everything he needed was already ready to go. His backpack would stay in his room until after practice, because his first class wasn’t until 11:30.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not long after, Miroku returned and donned an outfit similar to Inuyasha’s. </span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“How unfortunate. It agonizes me every morning that the lovely ladies of Tokyo University won’t be able to feast their eyes on my nude form. To deprive them of even a tantalizing glance should be a crime,” Miroku mourned.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His lamenting only invoked an eyeroll from Inuyasha. “Whatever. Look man, are you ready to go?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Patience,” Miroku cooed. Checking his duffel bag and throwing in a water bottle, Miroku grabbed his music player and put in his earphones. Turning to Inuyasha, he grinned. “I have arrived.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pulling his hair up into a ponytail and throwing his headphones over his ears, Inuyasha harrumphed as he headed towards the door. “Let’s go.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">*****</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hate </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">getting up this early,” a young and clearly irritated woman groaned as she finished putting her books in her backpack.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Her roommate looked over at her, silently observing the look of frustration that pulled her beautiful face down into a frown. Her pink eyeliner seemed to enhance the sparks of agitation in her usually warm brown eyes.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“So do I, Sango, but remember our promise?” she replied.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pulling the backpack over her shoulders, Sango looked over at her best friend, whose books were already wrapped in her arms. Her best friend’s dark, wavy hair was unusually pulled back into a low ponytail, though her bangs still waved freely.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I know, I know. If we study now, tomorrow doesn’t have to be dedicated to studying.” Looking at her watch, she frowned. 6:45. “Kagome, we may be up sooner than most roosters are, but it beats spending all of our Saturday studying for those awful midterms.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kagome nodded. “I don’t know about you, Sango, but I’m going to enjoy laying on the beach all day tomorrow. We’re going to need it heading into midterms next week.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sango laughed. “I swear I had a dream last night where I was taking my midterms at the </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">beach</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Now that I think about it, I’d probably get a better grade thanks to the gorgeous scenery.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kagome shook her head, a smile breaking across her lips. “Knowing you, that gorgeous scenery would only distract you.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Taking a moment to contemplate her words, Sango had to nod in agreement. “You’re right. When it comes to nature and tests, nature immediately wins.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oh really? Then it looks like we’re going to be studying at the library instead of the quad today,” Kagome laughed as she left out the door.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quickly locking up, Sango ran up to catch her. “Kagome, that’s not fair! Studying and tests are different, so let’s go to the quad.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kagome shook her head. “We’re going to the library because laying out on the quad is probably going to distract me, too. No distractions.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sango huffed as they left their residence hall. “I brought my beach towel and everything,” she lamented.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time for that tomorrow,” Kagome reassured. “But since it’s our first year at Tokyo University, we have to do our best and I wouldn’t want you to lose your fencing scholarship.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sango beamed. “I can’t wait until tomorrow so I can fill you in on everything I’ve done and learned at practice this semester. I even found a class about swords and samurais that I plan on signing up for next semester.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kagome smiled as they found themselves waiting at a stoplight. “Now that sounds like something right up your alley. And remember how I signed up for that archery class? I haven’t practiced it since I was 15, but after only a few weeks, it feels like I never stopped.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> “The archer and the swordswoman. Loving it,” Sango replied with a grin.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Tales will be spun about our valiant achievements,” Kagome joined in. “Hopefully they’ll shine bright enough to block out the grades on our midterms.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">They roared simultaneously as they walked towards the library, so high in spirits that they didn’t hear the “Watch out!” before they crashed.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Oomf!” Sango groaned from the ground, Kagome barely moving in time.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Sango!” Kagome cried as she saw her friend tucked underneath a stranger in dark sweats, almost overlooking the other young man who currently sported a scowl on his face. “Are you two okay?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quickly rising, the young man reached out his hand to help Sango up off the ground. “My sincerest apologies! I didn’t mean to run into you, miss.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Back in an upright position, Sango let her free hand knock the dirt off of her black jeans. “Ah, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“How can I not? A beautiful young woman such as yourself shouldn’t be subjected to such violence!” The man gave her an earnest look, his indigo pupils practically begging for forgiveness.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sango blinked in confusion. Was that a compliment, she asked herself. “No, really. It’s not like I’m fragile or anything. No harsh feelings.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The young man beamed, the worry quickly leaving his face as he held her hand captive. “Your forgiveness has brought new meaning into my life. I believe I heard your name was Sango, yes?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sango glanced at Kagome in her peripherals. Kagome, who was still recovering from the crash, looked as confused as she felt. “Uh… yeah.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What a beautiful name. My name is Miroku and my friend over there is Inuyasha.” Miroku gestured behind him, which was only met with a </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">‘Keh!’</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. “Sango, if you don’t mind, may I ask you a question?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Sure?” Sango hesitantly surprised, wondering why he hadn’t let go of her hand.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In her peripheral, Kagome saw Miroku’s friend tense. “Miroku, don’t-”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Would you bear my children, Sango?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sango and Kagome just stood there, wide-mouthed. In a nano-second, Sango’s hand was out of his hand and across his face. “What the hell kind of a question was that, pervert?!”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“You happy now, Miroku?” Inuyasha barked, his hands tightening into fists. “We’re about to be late for practice now thanks to you messing around with these females!”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hearing the lecher’s friend speak for the first time, Kagome spun quickly to look him in his face. “These </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">females</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">? Your buddy over there ran into </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">us</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, so he owed Sango an apology, but instead she got a perverted question. And last time I checked, we </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">females </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">have a name.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Done lecturing, Kagome was expecting a smart retort, but instead she found herself squirming underneath his intense gaze. For crying out loud, are both of these guys missing a screw, she wondered to herself.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inuyasha suddenly stepped forward, one arm lifted as if to touch her. Instinctively, Kagome stepped back.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“K-Kikyo,” he softly muttered.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kagome’s brow immediately furrowed in anger. The nerve! He said they were heading to practice, so he must be one of those athlete-types that goes around confusing women for his groupies! Kagome’s misguided conclusion led to her getting into Inuyasha’s face and setting him straight.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Listen, pal. I don’t know who this </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kikyo</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> is, but it sure as hell ain’t me. My name’s Kagome. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">KA-GO-ME</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">,” she empathized with deliberate enunciation.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">She saw the look of confusion melt into a look of surprise, but she no longer cared what the brute had to say.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“C’mon, Sango. Looks like we ran into a couple assholes today.” Wrapping her arm through Sango’s elbow, Kagome pulled them away with a fiery determination to get to the library and start studying.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Ugh, I </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">knew </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">waking up this early was a bad idea,” Sango murmured as she let her best friend drag her off, still not believing the lecher’s nerve.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">*****</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Miroku looked at the two ladies speeding off, his hand still massaging the imprint left by Sango’s slap. “Eh… maybe I shouldn’t have purposely ran into them.” Thinking back to how his body felt pressed against her soft curves, Miroku immediately shook his head of the thought. “No, The risk was certainly worth the prize.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not hearing anything from Inuyasha, Miroku turned around to figure out why his best friend wasn’t currently clawing him at his neck. “Inuyasha?” Then, he remembered what happened. “Who’s Kikyo?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Still in shock about what had just occurred, it took a moment for Inuyasha to find his voice. “Kikyo… why did I call that weird girl Kikyo?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I don’t know,” Miroku replied, not understanding Inuyasha’s confusion. “She made it very clear that her name was Kagome.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inuyasha shook his head. “No, Kikyo was the name of Lady Kaede’s sister.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Miroku’s eyes widened. “Your caretaker’s sister?” Miroku’s mind fell quiet. “Was?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Inuyasha looked in the direction that Kagome and Sango went. “Miroku, I just called that girl by the name of a dead woman. Why?”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Miroku frowned, unable to answer his question. “I do not know. Let’s just hurry on to practice. If we’re not too late, we might only have to run two laps instead of five like last time.” Miroku lightly slapped Inuyasha’s arm in support before running off to the track.</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Yeah,” Inuyasha mumbled as he started a light jog. He spared one more glance in their direction before catching up to Miroku. “It was a mistake. That’s all.”</span></span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even with this assertion, Inuyasha just couldn’t shake his distinct sense of déjà vu. </span></span></div>
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We're rounding out December and 2013, so we couldn't leave you without a hot beat to step to (+10 points for whoever recognized Angel Aaliyah's lyric)! In our penultimate episode of 2013, Saki, Meiko and Tenshi bring you an inside look in the world of cosplaying. That's right, we got the female and male perspective on a creative hobby that means so much to our tight-knit community. Check out the episode right here on the blog and don't forget to check out our fabulous cosplayers on Facebook. Their cosplays are sure to ROCK YOUR SOCKS!<br />
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Thanks for your continued support and we'll be back next week to say goodbye to 2013 and hello to so many great surprises for AfterDark in 2014. GET READY!<br />
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Meiko ♥Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-90602876160237077502013-12-11T01:00:00.000-06:002013-12-11T01:00:03.248-06:00A Hanyou's Masquerade: Prologue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It had been a long trek, but her journey was close to an end.<br />
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She didn’t have much time left.<br />
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Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, the tall woman’s onyx eyes were deadlocked on a small cottage at the end of the boulevard. The street ended in a circle, and the red and white cottage was right in the middle, in plain sight.<br />
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The woman smiled to herself as she found the strength to put one foot in front of the other.<br />
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“I’m so close; don’t give up now,” the woman found herself thinking. She couldn’t afford to give up, especially with the precious burden she carried.<br />
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Her knees wobbled beneath her with fatigue, but she had reached her destination. Three rapid knocks was all it took to summon the owner of the small house.<br />
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She smiled with relief as she peered down into a young face so similar to hers. She patiently watched as the dark pupils that mirrored her own went from shock to curiosity to alarm as they observed the weary traveler on her doorstep.<br />
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“Big sister!” The young lady at the door moved back so that her sister could enter. “I thought you were traveling the countryside to help heal all of those fallen soldiers, Kikyo?”<br />
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“Kaede, there is no time for such questions,” the wounded priestess replied. It wasn’t until after Kikyo had found solace on Kaede’s suede couch did Kaede become aware of the wrapped bundle in her arms.<br />
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“What happened to you, big sister?” Kaede asked her, the alarm still evident in her face as she took in the wounds that were now exposed in the low light of the living room. A bloodied bandage was wrapped all the way down Kikyo’s left arm and there were small but deep gashes in the skin that showed through the ragged holes in her sister’s pants.<br />
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“A war happened.” Kikyo slowly removed her bow and arrows from her back, trying not to jostle the bundle in her arms. “And I don’t have much time left.”<br />
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“What do you mean, not much time?” Kaede asked, a forbidding sense of dread creeping down her spine.<br />
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“I mean no time at all. This time is actually borrowed.”<br />
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Kaede pondered her sister’s grave words. By borrowed time, she meant-<br />
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“You’re dead,” she whispered over the shallow breaths that came out of her hallowed chest.<br />
“Technically speaking, yes, and I almost didn’t make it. The pain is too great and I fear the magic shall run out soon.”<br />
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Kikyo watched her sister fight back tears through her dimming orbs. “Kaede, do not cry. Just know that I did not die in vain. I died protecting the jewel and the Great Dog’s greatest legacy.”<br />
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“His legacy?” Kaede asked.<br />
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Kikyo slowly nodded, pain settling over her features for the first time since she was resurrected. “Yes, Izayoi made me promise her I would before she...”<br />
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She couldn’t finish the sentence.<br />
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Kaede’s mouth formed a small ‘O’ as she understood what Kikyo implied. “I-I didn’t know.”<br />
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Kikyo shook her head. “Neither did I until the Inu no Taishō informed me on the eve of the battle.”<br />
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The young woman sat on the arm of her loveseat, still finding it hard to accept that she was talking to a phantom of her beloved sister.<br />
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“Sister, who resurrected you?” Kaede asked, knowing that the answer would tell her why Kikyo had come all this way.<br />
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Kikyo answered, but she didn’t dare look her sister in the eye. “The sorcerer, Naraku.”<br />
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Kaede jumped up in shock. “The half-demon that was born from that petty magician, Onigumo? Why did you seek help from him?!” she demanded to know.<br />
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“I did not seek help from him. He lent me his aid of his own free will.” Kikyo stood up, still careful not to shake the bundle in her hands. “He must have heard my final wishes through the connection we’ve shared as I laid on the wake of death.”<br />
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Kikyo looked deeply at her sister, upset that she was leaving her only relative all alone once again. “That connection may have been a burden on us for years, but it was a blessing in my darkest hour.”<br />
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Kaede eyed her sister with wary. “I still do not trust him.”<br />
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Kikyo nodded. “And that’s good. Never trust him. Even with the final message that I bring you in my final hour, I caution you to stay alert of any malicious intent that may possibly reveal itself.”<br />
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Kaede took her sister’s warning to heart and readied herself for whatever message she was about to deliver.<br />
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“As I’ve told you, I made a promise to Izayoi that I would protect the one thing that was most important to her.” As she talked, Kikyo slowly made her way over to where Kaede was standing. By the time she was finished, the bundle in her arms was uncovered and revealed.<br />
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Kaede gasped. “No- no way…” Hesitantly, she reached down and ran her finger across the puffy cheeks of the newborn baby in her sister’s arms. He was quiet all this time, so she never would’ve been able to guess what Kikyo concealed beneath the white blanket.<br />
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The baby’s eyes were closed, but its small clawed hand reached out to wrap around one of her stray fingers, and Kaede fell in love. It wasn’t until she saw the two silky, triangular ears at the top of his head did it finally click.<br />
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“They were… successful,” Kaede breathed.<br />
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Kikyo nodded. “Yes. Izayoi and the Great Dog gave birth to the first hanyou the demon world has seen in ages.”<br />
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“B-But you traveled all this way to the human world… how is he to survive in this world with the way he looks?”<br />
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Kikyo smiled and transferred the little one over to Kaede. “Well, for one, he will have you as his protector.”<br />
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“Me? But I can’t, I-”<br />
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“You have to,” Kikyo immediately cut her off. “I only have moments left, so I am entrusting my final quest to you. Protect him until he is old enough to return to the demon world.”<br />
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Knowing not to disagree with her big sister again, Kaede slowly nodded.<br />
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Satisfied, Kikyo pulled out a string of beads and demon teeth and quickly said a chant. She smiled when the necklace brimmed with her spiritual power. The enchantment in place, she placed the beads around the young hanyou’s neck. The beads immediately shrunk to fit around the hanyou’s neck.<br />
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Kaede watched in awe as she witnessed her sister’s power for a final time. “What are the beads for?”<br />
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“Just watch,” Kikyo replied, staring intently at the baby. Confused, Kaede looked back down at the little hanyou in her arms. It didn’t take long for her confusion to deepen.<br />
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After the beads were resized, they gleamed a soft pink. The warm spiritual power soon spread to encompass the baby hanyou. Kaede watched as he squirmed in her arms, finally opening his eyes to look up at her. Kaede gasped in surprise as she looked down into warm amber eyes, the last time she would see them as the spiritual power changed them into a warm brown. Kaede looked on as his small claws dulled into human nails and his silver dog ears became two regular human ears. After the transformation was complete, the hanyou looked like any normal human baby.<br />
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“...How?”<br />
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Kikyo looked up at Kaede and smiled softly at the expression on her face. “The beads were given to me by Naraku to help conceal his demon blood until he can return to the demon world.”<br />
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Kaede looked back at her sister, not understanding what all was happening. “Return? The human world and the demon world have been separated for centuries, and only the power of special persons such as yourself can unlock the few gates between the two worlds. You are about to die, so who will be able to take him there? I do not have enough spiritual power within me to take him back.”<br />
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Kikyo nodded. “I know. I do not expect you to be his guide. I just expect you to raise him like he was your own and make a good life for him until he is ready to discover his roots. However, I must let you know of what will eventually occur.”<br />
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Her little sister nodded. “Tell me.”<br />
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“The enchantment I have placed, while strong, won’t last forever. The beads will never be a bother to the hanyou. He will grow up thinking that they are an extension of himself and will never try to remove them. It won’t be until he is a man that there will be a breach in my magic due to something beyond my control.”<br />
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Kaede listened carefully to her, knowing that this is something that she must never forget.<br />
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“As you know, half-demons have a weakness in their regular forms. One night a month, they lose all of their demonic qualities and appear human. In this case, our hanyou will experience a flip in this sensation. Once he hits a certain age, every new moon, instead of becoming human, the enchantment will be broken and he will regain all of his demonic qualities back. You need to prevent other humans from seeing him and explain to him what is happening to him. Once he understands, you will have to work with him to find a way back to the demon world, where the enchantment will completely break down. The beads will then serve a new purpose so as to protect him in his original form. Do you understand?”<br />
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“I only have one question… how will I know when the beads will stop working?” Kaede wondered.<br />
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“That is a question I cannot answer. It could be in his late teens or early twenties. You just have to be aware of any and all changes he goes through,” Kikyo replied.<br />
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“I see. Well, even though all of this is sudden, I will not fail you, big sister. I want you to know this so that you may rest in peace.”<br />
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Kikyo frowned. “Thank you. But that brings me to my final request.”<br />
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“What is it?”<br />
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Reaching down into her quiver, Kikyo pulled out a round jewel that illuminated the room with its calm power.<br />
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Kaede’s eyes widened. “The Shikon no Tama! What is it doing here?”<br />
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“It’s about to vanish.” Kikyo caught Kaede’s stare and kept it. “You know I have protected the Shikon Jewel my entire life. I need you to burn it with my body after I am gone. That way, it may be possible for it to reappear in my next life and be the guide that the young hanyou needs to get back to his world.”<br />
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Kikyo grabbed Kaede’s free hand and wrapped it around the jewel. “My reincarnation should be the key.”<br />
“Your reincarnation?” Kaede whispered. Is it even a possibility?<br />
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“I can only hope,” was Kikyo’s solemn reply. She could feel the last of the magic slowly draining from her reanimated body. “After my cremation, bury my ashes in our home village. Can you do that for me, Kaede?”<br />
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Kaede’s eyes finally released the tears she had been holding back the entire evening. “Yes, big sister, I can.”<br />
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Kikyo weakly smiled. “Thank you.” Her strength escaping her, she laid down on her sister’s couch, waiting for death to claim her. She sensed her little sister sitting next to her on the floor. She didn’t have to wait long until her sister’s hand found hers.<br />
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“Kikyo?” she heard her sister whisper.<br />
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“Yes, Kaede?”<br />
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“What is the young hanyou called?” she heard through the haze.<br />
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Kikyo shook her head, surprised that she almost forgot to tell her sister his name.<br />
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“Inuyasha,” she softly replied. “His name is Inuyasha.”<br />
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His name was the last word she uttered. As her body cooled on her devastated sister’s couch, Inuyasha let forth his first, heartbreaking cry.<br />
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<i>The world got a bit dimmer as Kikyo passed on into her final resting place, but it wasn’t long before a bright light re-entered the world. </i></div>
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<i>The world lives in balance, so through death comes new life.</i></div>
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<i>A young, married woman cradles her newborn as a nurse tends to her. </i></div>
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<i>“What will you call her?” the curious nurse asks.</i></div>
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<i>Mrs. Higurashi looks up at her and beams.</i></div>
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<i>“Kagome,” she coos. “Her name is Kagome.”</i></div>
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<i>To Be Continued</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-49156752056169849722013-12-09T21:39:00.001-06:002013-12-09T21:39:37.191-06:00AfterDark Flow<p> Not every animé that is released is really all that good. What are some animé you tell people to avoid?</p>
<p>Fuck wit me!!</p>
<p>- Scoob</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-47592971616434656412013-12-03T20:05:00.000-06:002013-12-03T20:05:07.121-06:00Fanfic Tuesday UpdateGood evening, my lovely loves!<br />
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Meiko here with some sad news. I may be a sexy, witty, outrageous AfterDark co-host by night, but by day I'm a hard-working university student- and it just so happens to be Finals Week. Oy!<br />
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Due to the constant testing, studying, <i>crying-my-eyes-out</i>... *ahem*... I've been a bit too overwhelmed to write up a story for Fanfic Tuesday. *sad face* Because of this, there will be no new awesome adventure for you all to check out tonight.<br />
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But fear not! Once finals are out of the way and I'm finally on Winter Break, I'll have plenty of time to write out a few ideas I've been developing lately. It's all going to be good fun, so check back in next Tuesday. Later this week, I'll be tweeting the anime I'll be writing for, so be on the lookout for that.<br />
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Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday evening (New Hunter x Hunter episode has been released... go check it out right now!) and you'll be hearing from your lovely Meiko very soon!<br />
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Chao! ♥Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-12087294397493751492013-11-27T22:25:00.001-06:002013-11-27T22:25:43.261-06:00Weekly Review: FullMetal Alchemist<p><u>What</u> is up my people???</p>
<p>I've missed you guys... Noo really I did!!! So even with the fact of knowing that I've got wonderful goodies waiting for me tomorrow, I'm doing a review.</p>
<p>My wonderful boyfriend tells me that my reviews are more like previews and that's alright with me. From what I know you guys enjoy my reviews and I plan to continue to give you my opinion on what I watch. As long we all having a few good laughs right? *high five*</p>
<p>So this week, I went with Fullmetal Alchemist. I've been doing a marathon with this since Saturday and man I've forgotten how many feels this <u>pulls</u> right out of your gut! I've had one too many epis leave me in tears! Damn writers lol. But that should be a good thing right? It's mixed in perfectly with the humor bits between the brothers and other characters in the series and the more serious parts of the show. </p>
<p>Alright before I get ahead of myself, Fullmetal Alchemist, or FMA, follows brothers Alfonse and Edward Elric on their journey to find a Philosopher's Stone. They need it to regain their bodies. Ed has a metal right arm and left leg that he lost while trying to bring his mother and brother back from the dead. Al is the younger brother whose soul lives in a giant knight's armor. That is where Ed placed his brother to keep him alive after a human transmutation that went horribly wrong. But the boys go on this search and they come across a wide array of characters, both human and monstrous alike!!</p>
<p>This is probably one of the few sci-fi animes that I can honestly say that I enjoy as a whole. It has its choice of filler epis, but even those are enjoyable and give more meaning to the story line. When I say shit gets real??? Yeah it does!!! I'm sitting here watching it now and I'm like damnit these cliffhangers are killing me!! I can deal, but I refuse to stop watching. These kids had to grow up real fast and real quick due to all the mess they've been through. I'll honestly say I can relate to the characters mainly due to the fact that my childhood borderline reflects theirs (my mother is alive and well though). You sense the love and feel the loss! Oooh I was ready to kick this one guys ass for taking his four year old daughter and their dog and turning them into a creature that talks called a chimera (pronounced ki-mare-uh). I fell in love with the kid just like the Elric brothers did. I was ready to fight!! Ugh!!</p>
<p>I will say this... As the series progressed the title and ending songs don't even fit!! I'm like the hell is this mess?! A damn love song and these fools are in the middle of a fight?! Yeah they killed me with that right there. That's honestly my only complaint. FMA is definitely one you have to pick up if you don't have it yet. Black Friday is coming up so get yo happy ass to wherever it is you buy your anime from and go get it!!! Seriously you won't regret it in my opinion. </p>
<p>If you guys know of any other good anime out there, old and new, please hit me up via email at <br>
<b>saki.adpod@gmail.com</b> or <u>leave</u> comments below. Share this with your friends if you enjoyed it!</p>
<p>Happy Thanksgiving and hope everyone else has a kick ass week!!! </p>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-85994643313152041012013-11-27T00:45:00.000-06:002013-11-27T00:45:27.031-06:00In My Pharaoh's Chambers, Part IV (Final)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5237c1e1-97e5-b53b-a423-645ae5b45752" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem wasn’t sure what to do. His mind registered Alani’s pained cries, surprised to find that she was untouched. His body, on the other hand, was paralyzed at the feeling of being inside her treasured walls while at the same time wanting to thrust upward to bury itself deeper within her.</span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5237c1e1-97e5-b53b-a423-645ae5b45752" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But Atem wouldn’t do that. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his heavy arms around the woman on top of him. Alani was panting hard, her face marred by her pained expression. She was breaking into a sweat as her body rushed to accommodate the thick flesh lurking within in center.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem ran his fingers through her hair as he tightened his grip on her, pulling her flush against his chest. “I apologize for the pain,” he whispered against her ear. “I will try to be gentle.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After feeling Alani slowly nod her head, he gently turned their bodies so that she was beneath him. Peering down, Atem’s suspicions were confirmed as he noticed the blood dripping down her bronze skin. She was a virgin. He frowned as he looked at her, watching as her pain slowly melted away. She should have told me, he thought to himself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are you hurt?” Atem asked her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No, Alani wanted to say. When he switched their positions, the pain was already receding and getting replaced by something even stronger. When she went to answer him, all that escaped was her pleasured sigh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was so thick and deep inside of her. Her body felt like it was on fire as her inner cavern pulsated with an intensity she had never experienced before. No longer willing to take it, a hand snuck up Atem’s chest and up to his face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Take me,” were the words he heard her speak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His concern was burned away by raw passion as he recognized the same emotion in her depths of warm hazel. Placing a hand on either side of her head, he bent down to steal a kiss as his hips lunged forward.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her raspy gasp drove him crazy as his golden rod plunged deeper into a woman he considered his equal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani’s eyes shot open as she felt him dive deeper into her womb. It hurt, but she didn’t want it to end. Her insides were going crazy, as if butterflies were taking flight and hitting every inch of her inner walls. Her fingers dug into her king’s back as her legs went to encircle his waist. Even though it was her first time, her body instinctively moved her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem was attacking her neck. He wanted to devour her, be inside her forever as his tongue traced a trail across her chest and dipped inside her heaving cleavage. He let his teeth graze her tight skin, wanting her to feel the same sensations she invoked in him not too long ago. He was rewarded with a throaty moan. He buried his face inside the curve of her neck, breathing in her appealing aroma as he ran himself deeper and faster within her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani was paralyzed from the pleasure. She let Atem take control, take her to new heights. She let her king be her teacher in the art of lovemaking, getting lost in the flames and devoured by the heat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Atem,” she breathed against his ear, not wanting him to ever take his lips from her neck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He heard her call for him as he bit gingerly down on her neck. At that moment, he realized that she was no longer a slave maiden that needed to be handled or a princess of her father’s former lands. No, she was…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“My Queen,” he whispered back before he took the final plunge, releasing his seed deep into her womb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani’s body arched up as she spilled over, the waves of ecstasy slowly cooling her down and enveloping her in a surreal calm. She shivered as Atem slowly pulled out and lied down next to her, placing his arm over her navel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem smiled as he cuddled into her auburn tresses, his violets shimmering with a new emotion. How had he fallen for this lovely beauty in just one night?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He watched her as she turned to him, silencing a chuckle as he observed the lazy smile on her serene face. “My pharaoh…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She drifted off as she stared at him. Atem raised an eyebrow and softly tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Yes, Alani?” Atem hid a grin, overwhelmed by how happy calling out her name made him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m your Queen? That is what you said?” She looked up at him, confusion baiting her eyes as she wondered if she misheard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His grin relaxed into a soft smile. “That is what I said.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I thought so.” Alani bit down on her lip, wanting to ask but still caught off guard by the change in circumstances. “If that is truly the case, may I speak freely?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem nodded. “You may.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Does that mean I am no longer a slave?” Alani asked, afraid of the answer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Alani, I do not believe you knew this, but I do not like taking slaves. I have made that clear to my court and they have recently begun to consider my words and what this means for the kingdom.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem took Alani’s hand in his, planting a soft kiss against her knuckles. “Your father’s lands are now a part of my kingdom. That won’t change in my lifetime. You are also a part of my kingdom. I made sure you were taken care of, even though you were brought here as a slave. I respected the fact that you were once a princess. That won’t change because the past can never be changed. However, if you’d let me, I would like to give you another future.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani listened to him, her final walls crashing down as she was introduced to Atem, the man behind the title “Pharaoh.” He wasn’t a monster that stole her from her father. She was indebted to him for his kindness and the tenderness he was showing her now. That is why she didn’t look away as she waited to hear his proposal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Of course, I will offer you more than one choice. You can reject these feelings I have fostered for you in the time that I have known you and remain a slave. You will still be treated well, but you will be confined to the borders of these lands as the law of this land proclaims.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wanting to take a sting out of the harsh words, Atem leaned in to kiss her, relieved when she received him and their tongues danced together in the dark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pulling back, he gave her his sweetest smile. “Or, you can accept these feelings and return them as well. Do this, and you shall be free. I will make you my Queen and you will sit on the throne of Egypt with me, ruling over these lands and having no constraints on your travels.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani’s eyes widened. Did he mean that she could…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I can visit my family?” She vocalized. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem smiled. “Yes. I will give them the opportunity to come live here with us in the palace, or I will give them lavish gifts if they choose to continue to reside where they are.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The King pulled his Queen close as he kissed away her tears, as warm and as tender as her own pupils.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani hugged him close, amazed that he had extended her such kindness and love. Without hesitation, she nodded as the tears came faster. “Yes, Atem. I would love to be your Queen.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He pulled back to look down at her beautiful face. “Be mine?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She smiled, her tears glistening in the dark. “I’m yours.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">He returned her smile and kissed her softly. “And I am yours,” he breathed across her lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you,” she heard him say. She held back a laugh. Why was he thanking her when he had given her such a beautiful thing?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They spooned under the sheets, reveling in each other’s body warmth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Alani,” she heard him call out. She kissed him to let him know he had her full attention.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m sorry,” he said. His eyes flickered with the pain he was hiding. “Please know I did not find any joy in spilling any of your brethrens’ blood.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani’s body chilled as she remembered why she had given him a bath in the first place. She knew her brethren were fighting for her father, for her, and it pained her to know that they had fought a winless battle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know,” she replied, running her fingers across his golden bangs. “War is never easy. I may have lost my brethren on the battlefield tonight, but if you could show mercy to those that survived, you shall have your Queen’s forgiveness.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem breathed a sigh of relief, releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He pulled her close. “The way you speak is as if you have been my Queen all this time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Alani chuckled as she felt the tempting tugs of sleep at her eyelids. “It was fate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Atem snuck in one last kiss before he surrendered to the darkness. </span></div>
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</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-77114251842751397532013-11-25T20:48:00.001-06:002013-11-25T20:48:54.607-06:00AfterDark Flow<p>Thanksgiving is coming up!! With the holiday season around the corner, a lot of mangas and anime will be taking breaks over the next week or so. What do you normally do when your favorite manga/anime is on hiatus?!</p>
<p>Fuck with me!!</p>
<p>- <u><b><u>Scoob</u></b></u></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-33603482461425285052013-11-19T22:45:00.000-06:002013-11-19T22:45:50.016-06:00Afterotica: In My Pharaoh's Chambers, Part III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Her body brimmed with satisfaction, anticipation and excitement.<br />
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She didn’t know how to describe the feeling. It was purer than bliss, calmer than tranquility. She was standing naked in the chambers of the most powerful man in Egypt, yet he had serviced her.<br />
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Her eyes sparkled with a soft haughtiness. A king in between the legs of his slave maiden, pleasuring her as he caressed her womanhood. Why, it was too much!<br />
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Failing to focus her mind, the nude maiden let herself wander aimlessly around the large space, enamored with the beautiful hieroglyphics painted on the walls. Pottery, large and small, filled the room as and statues of Egyptian’s former rulers stood in the four corners. One statue was of Aknamkanon, Atem’s late father and former pharaoh. His statue stood to the left of Atem’s monstrous bed.<br />
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Alani allowed her fingers to momentarily flick over the fine silks, remembering a time when she was once draped in the fine garnishes.<br />
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So enthralled Alani was by her King’s sheets that she didn’t realize she had an audience. He watched her every move, fully appreciating her unclothed form. He observed her as she reached out to touch his bed, silently wanting those fingers to touch him instead.<br />
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Naked and feeling heavy in his nether regions, Atem walked up to his beautiful distraction. He knew she would have his full attention until the dawn, when he would have to deal with the surviving rebels.<br />
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Such business was always unpleasant, so he was grateful that Alani had brought him such pleasure. He couldn’t wait to find out what she had planned.<br />
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Alani’s head fell back as strong arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back against a firm chest that was warm against her cool back. She closed her eyes as she let herself melt into his shoulder, enjoying the soft kisses he pressed against the curve of her neck.<br />
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She giggled as his tongue dipped in for a taste. Turning in his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was endearing, gentle, passionate.<br />
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Alani felt herself moving back, but she couldn’t break herself away from the man’s firm mouth, unwilling to separate herself from the moist heat. The back of her knees met against an immovable object, and she felt herself diving into the soft silks of her king’s bed, with her king right on top of her.<br />
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To be under his sculpted body was more than Alani could handle. Her hands wanted to be everywhere at once. Atem’s hands were at her chest again and the patterns they created took her breath away.<br />
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Fighting to clear her mind, Alani raised her hands to push gently at his chest. Enamored with her mouth, Atem slowly pulled away to see what the princess wanted. Still pushing at his chest, Atem rolled over to his side, but pulled her close so that her body was still pressed against his.<br />
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She had to stop him. If she didn’t, she would succumb to his tantalizing advances. Looking into those hauntingly familiar violets, she realized that he had claimed her in a way no other had ever done. She was falling for the enemy of her lost lands and this scared her; she had to remain in control.<br />
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Atem watched with curiosity as the arousing warmth in her eyes began to harden into cold hazel. Her smile became a smirk as she pushed him completely flat on his back.<br />
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His eyes widened as she was suddenly on top of him, her slick center riding up bare chest. Her hands were at his neck, massaging the taut muscles as Alani’s tongue found the crevice of his left ear.<br />
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“My King, you have given this maiden such an amazing gift,” she whispered, breathing softly into Atem’s ear. “Would you be so kind as to let me return the favor?”<br />
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He shivered, knowing the gentleness in her voice did not match the look he saw in her eyes seconds earlier. However, he recognized the challenge behind those words, and he knew better than to step away from her test.<br />
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“Do as you please, princess,” Atem warily replied.<br />
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Smirking to herself, Alani left a chaste kiss against his ear before turning her focus on the area where Atem’s neck met his shoulder. She ran her tongue across the warm skin, drawing circles before pulling the skin in between her lips. She sucked him in, familiarizing herself with his taste and scent. He smelt amazing… granted, she did just give him a bath.<br />
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Atem’s eyes grew heavy as Alani became more aggressive in her sucking. He was completely aware of her body. As her head bobbed below his chin, her lovely orbs pressed firmly against him as her moist center continued to rub across his navel. The continuous ministrations was making him hard and he wanted desperately to reclaim her body for his own taking.<br />
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But Alani had other plans. Satisfied with his neck, she moved downward as her fingers dug into his golden chest. Finding his dark and taught tipples, Alani claimed it in her mouth... and bit down.<br />
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Atem's eyes widened as his hands clenched and unclenched. The maiden was biting him all over his chest, then sucking and blowing the bruised skin. She hovered over his navel, torturing his senses as her tongue darted in and out of the sunken skin.<br />
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Alani smiled to herself as she felt her king quiver beneath her. Nipping at his skin, she slowly began her descent by following the thin line that dipped down to her king's hardened length.<br />
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Atem groaned when he felt Alani's fingers wrap around him. <i>Dear Ra</i> echoed in his mind as he thought of the way she was making him feel. He then groaned again, this time in frustration. Her mouth was so close to him, but she was dancing around it, kissing and nipping at the skin on his thighs and beneath his scrotum. It was torture.<br />
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Taking her time, Alani pushed Atem's legs apart, wanting more access to his nether regions. She knew what he wanted; it became obvious when her fingers wrapped around his crowning jewel that warmly pulsated against her small palm. Her tongue licking and drawing in his sack, Alani looked up to see the arousal and tortured anticipation on her king's face. His violet pupils gleamed with so many emotions that it slowly started to chip away at the ice in her own eyes.<br />
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Breaking eye contact, Alani softly bit on the mass currently in her mouth, not ready to give in to him. Her hand tightened around him until she heard his soft yelp. Glancing up at him again, her tongue trailed up his golden rod. Reaching the end, she fingered the swollen tip, happy to see that he was already moist.<br />
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Atem held his breath as Alani pulled him into her mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. He arched when she sucked on him, nipping him as she pulled more of him inside.<br />
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Alani's brow furrowed, frustrated that she could only pull half of him in without hitting the back of her throat. He was bigger than she had anticipated. She closed her eyes and returned to his tip, only to pull in right back in. Slowly finding her rhythm, one hand continued to pump his lower half as the other dug its fingernails in his chest.<br />
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Atem was quick to close his eyes, his breath taken away as his throbbing rod was teased and pleasured by Alani. His hand snaked down to cover the hand that was wrapped around him, teaching her the rhythm that would drive him insane.<br />
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He groaned as she caught on. Needing something to grab on, he buries his hands in her hair as she continued her insult. He was careful to not push himself against her, wanting her to remain in control. He hissed as her fingernails dug into his skin, but he knew it was her way of telling him not to interfere.<br />
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Alani sped up, her teeth slowly grazing against his sensitive flesh as she slid him in and out at an increasing pace. As she reached the top, she was met with his first squirt. He's close, she thought to herself as she lapped the juices down her throat.<br />
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She glanced at her king again, writhing and throbbing beneath his slave maiden. He dared to call her princess when she was subjected to such humiliating tasks. Yet here he was, letting her dominate him. What a peculiar king, indeed.<br />
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Their eyes met, his pupils glistening as brightly as the thin layer of sweat that had settled over him. She let her hazel eyes soften as she stared at him, surprised at the unbridled adoration that resided in his raging pupils.<br />
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Her drags against him became wetter and longer, slowly claiming new inches. She suddenly wanted all of him in; she wanted him somewhere else just as warm and moist. She sucked and sucked as his large vein pulsated and hardened.<br />
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His head fell back; he couldn't watch anymore. It was too much. He barely registered Alani pushing his legs out as her pace quickened. He needed it to end, but at the same time he wanted the pleasure to go on forever. He was so hard, it hurt. Relaxing all his muscles out of pure exhaustion, his lower body lurched as he climaxed.<br />
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She took it in, rolling it around on her tongue as it seeped down her throat. She licked her lips as she stared lazily at his still hard rod, knowing her work wasn't finished.<br />
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Moving up between his legs, she climbed up to look down at her satisfied king. She bent down to kiss him tenderly on the lips, letting him taste himself on hers.<br />
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Her fingers played with locks, matted against his forehead as he looked up at her.<br />
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"Don't fall asleep, my king. I'm sure you thoroughly enjoyed my gift, but you and I aren't done yet."<br />
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Letting his eyes roam over the lovely image of Alani above him with her hair tossled, he sent her a small smirk. "So long as we remain unclothed, I am more than happy to oblige."<br />
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She smiled down at him and it took Atem's breath away. It was Alani's first genuine smile and it excited him that he was the one to put it there. Did that mean her perception of him had changed?<br />
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"Splendid. I think it is time that you rewarded me for the gift I have given you," she explained as she repositioned herself on top of him. Reaching behind her, she was pleased to find him still hard.<br />
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"A gift for a gift. It is to be expected," Atem mumbled as he watched her stand up and hover about his re-energized penis.<br />
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"Indeed. I hope you don't mind if I pick it out myself," she whispered before pulling his golden rod deep inside her; her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.<br />
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Atem felt Alani shuddering above him before he heard her gasp. She collapsed against him, her ear pressed against his chest. Alani's hair fell wildly across her face as she struggled to steady her breath.<br />
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"My apologies, my King," Alani breathed out, "but it looks like your lovely silks will have bloodied stains by dawn..."<br />
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♥~To Be Continued~♥</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-77039449234393722472013-11-15T01:05:00.000-06:002013-11-15T21:15:29.189-06:00Afterotica: In My Pharaoh's Chambers, Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Atem silently watched the nervous woman as she tried to do as he asked. He had fun teasing her, but now he only wondered if he pushed her too far. At this point, he just wanted to relax.<br />
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Alani froze as the mountain that stood before her crumbled into a molehill. Hands originally at his waist now found themselves wrapping around his neck as the king kneeled. Confused, Alani pulled back to see a grimace twisting Atem’s face as his breathing became shallow.<br />
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“My apologies,” he weakly spoke, momentarily forgetting that he did not need to apologize to her. “I’ve played around too much. My wounds are reminding me of that.”<br />
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Blinking slowly as Alani processed what he was saying to her, she merely nodded. “You’re injured. I shouldn’t have taken my time unclothing you.”<br />
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Common sense returning to her, the princess laid Atem on his back and began treating him as if he was one of her people. With professional haste, she removed his undergarments, barely acknowledging his naked form. With great care, Alani pulled the pharaoh to his feet and close to her so that she could support his tall frame as she walked him over to the side of the bath.<br />
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With a slight nudge from Alani, Atem worked to correct himself as he stepped into the boiling water. An overwhelming sense of tranquility overcame him as his whole body became submerged.<br />
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Alani was quick to add in the scented oils as the king soaked in the water. Grabbing the clay pot filled with swabu, she worked up a lather and used her hands to expertly clean the wounds still visible above the water.<br />
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Atem held back a sigh as the pain began to slowly seep away with the princess’ soothing touch. “You’ve done this before,” he said.<br />
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Alani nodded. “Yes, my pharaoh. It was customary in my home to learn to heal as well as to fight, because a princess was considered worthless if she could not aid her countrymen.”<br />
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“Your father was a wise king,” Atem replied. “He made sure his family could protect themselves.”<br />
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Alani’s fingers trembled in their rhythm as the king spoke of her father. “Thank you,” she replied, not wanting to think of the people she had lost. “My king, I am having difficulty reaching your lower wounds. The water is too dark at this depth and angle.”<br />
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“Then perhaps you should join me,” he replied. Alani’s eyes widened, wanting to shake her head even though she knew it wasn’t a question.<br />
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“Surely you jest, my king. You shouldn’t dirty your bathwater with a simple slave maiden. If you stood up, I can easily finish treating your wounds.”<br />
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Atem bowed his head, letting his bangs cover the mischievousness burning in his violets. "Alani, I already informed you that you will retain your title of princess for this brief period, so I will not be bathing with a 'simple slave maiden.'"<br />
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Alani frowned, trying not to think about how tantalizing a bath with the pharaoh would be.<br />
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"I have not forgotten, my pharaoh."<br />
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"And I'm sure a bath is what you seek as well." The princess had to admit that Atem knew her better than she would've thought. She missed having three baths a day. Now, she was limited to two.<br />
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"Yes, my pharaoh," was her simple reply.<br />
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"Then come. Strip yourself of those rags and finish treating my wounds."<br />
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Not happy at all, Alani rose from her seated position. "As you wish. My only request is that you avert your eyes."<br />
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Turning away to avoid embarrassment if he refused, Alani removed her simple dress and adornings.<br />
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Atem did as the lady asked and did not raise his eyes from the water until he sensed Alani lowering herself into the bath across from him. He shuddered in surprise as the princess immediately began finishing her work. Surprised at her swiftness, one glance at the flushed maiden let Atem know she was busying herself to hide her embarrassment.<br />
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"There is no need to act timid before your king. Some might consider that as a sign of you hiding something."<br />
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Her pace slowing, Alani raised her hazel orbs to stare at him. "I am a lowly maiden stripped naked as I share a bath with you. Trust me, my pharaoh, there are no secrets between us." Her voice concaved to reflect the emotions she wouldn't dare allow her eyes to reveal.<br />
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Returning the beauty's stare, life seemed to surge within Atem as he listened to her. His blood pumped as he observed the hot steam rising from her bronze skin.<br />
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Aware of his intense gaze, Alani slouched lower in the water as her eyes slanted to the right, silently pleading for the cover of her clothes. She wasn't sure how to process such a heated look from her king- her subduer.<br />
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"You're quite right, Alani," Atem said after a long pause. "We don't have any secrets to share." When she refused to look at him, Atem suddenly pulled himself away from his seat, seemingly have forgotten about his wounds. Atem heard her gasp as he cupped her cheek, but all it did was make him stare hungrily at the lips from which it escaped. "Let us change that."<br />
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Alani's eyes widened as Atem leaned in close enough so that she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. For a moment, he stayed like that, peering into her eyes to see if she would object.<br />
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Alani was stunned, the swabu long forgotten as her fingers froze with the rest of her. Should she reject him? <i>Could</i> she? Was this another duty of a slave maiden? What did he mean by secret? And after all this time of loathing him, why couldn't she turn away? Is it because her former image of him was forever shattered?<br />
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So many questions raced through her mind that all she could do was stare back. It wasn't until his lips pressed against hers that all thinking halted.<br />
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<i>Ra</i> was the only word that repeated in Alani's mind, as it was the only explanation for the golden heat currently radiating throughout her body. Her king's mouth was as moist as the bathwater and as sweet as her most prized oils. When Atem finally pulled away for air, her loins were just as moist as his mouth.<br />
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Atem closed his eyes and touched his lips, savoring the citrusness of Alani's taste. He found it strange how he has eaten the world's most prized delicacies, yet none of their textures or tastes could match that of which he just sampled.<br />
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He reopened his eyes to find Alani half-dazed, half-confused. With a small smirk, he leapt over her fallen defenses as his hand snaked out to cusp one of the maiden's breasts.<br />
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Snapping to attention, Alani was unable to remove his hand because his lips were upon hers again. The heat was like Egypt's wildfires as her womb filled with warmth and the king's expert hands scorched across her skin, pulling and pinching at her tightened tips. His tongue darted out, asking permission into her moist cave, and she granted his request. Their tongues danced as they explored each other's caverns, eager to discover the other's world.<br />
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Alani's head was swirling, unable to focus on the sensations rippling through her. Her hands were restless, so she allowed them to rest on her king's chest.<br />
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Atem had other plans. Pulling away, he winked at the confused maiden as he raised her hands to grab hold of his hair. Lowering his head, Atem pulled one of her swollen nipples into his mouth, sucking softly as the steaming bathwater nipped at his lower jaw.<br />
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He heard a sharp intake of breath. The princess was moaning! Atem held back a chuckle; he wasn't finished. Feeling a slight tug on his roots, Atem dipped a hand down and let his fingers graze across her lower dark locks. A fingertip found her outer lips and slowly stroked back and forth, teasing the inner lips with his featherlight touch.<br />
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Alani couldn't name the craving that her lower body was communicating to her. The sensations were new, raw and untamed. Yet her king knew how to push her body's buttons, especially now as his fingers teased her bundle of joy, sending thousands of body-wracking tremors throughout her body.<br />
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She didn't know what to do. She could only focus on how his tongue continued to wreck havoc on her slick breasts, sliding down across her navel. When he reached her button, she instinctively leaned back, her auburn locks falling loosely over the bath's side. It wasn't until her fingers lost track of her king's hair that she sluggishly realized Atem had completely submerged, his tongue at the opening between her thighs.<br />
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Hoisting her legs up onto his shoulders, the pharaoh had a perfect view of her untampered flower. His tongue retraced the path of his fingers as he explored her gem. Moving his mouth to completely cover her so that water wouldn't get in his way, Atem stroked his tongue in between her lips and sucked at the juices Alani's body was making, smiling to himself as he felt her legs trembling around him. She was close, he could tell.<br />
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Alani noticed that Atem had quickened his speed, ruthlessly licking her essence down, using his fingers to insert her inner canal. She couldn't suppress the moans, control the vibrations. Her body was on the verge of something. It was an unpleasant feeling, but also the most wonderful feeling in the world.<br />
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Stop, she wanted to shout. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but before she could panic, her body slammed against its calling as she drowned in ecstasy. The walls of her pharaoh's chambers reverberated with her passionate cries, the princess climaxing as Atem rose above her.<br />
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Trying to catch her breath, Alani looked up into her pharaoh's eyes as he took the sight of her in. Her eyes drooped as the tremors slowed down, but she couldn't sleep without first feeding her new craving.<br />
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"Atem," she called out, forgetting to use his title.<br />
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His darkened violets flashed as he reclaimed his seat on the other side of the bath. "Using your pharaoh's first name. Why, it's as if we shared something sacred."<br />
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She could hear the humor in his voice. How could he be so collected when her whole world had just been moved?<br />
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Recollecting herself, she met his hungry gaze with one of her own.<br />
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"Indeed. My king gave me a wonderful gift tonight."<br />
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh did he now?"<br />
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Alani nodded. "As a noble princess, it is only customary for me to return the favor." Sending him a long, wanton look, she stood up with grace and exited the bath.<br />
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"Are you getting dressed, princess?" Atem asked, curious of her actions.<br />
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Looking back at him, she smirked. "My king did not ask me to get dressed, so I shall remained unclothed. However, I must be in my pharaoh's chambers in order to return his gift. It would be wise for him to follow me."<br />
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Atem chuckled to himself as he stood up, his naked body cooling as he headed towards his chambers.<br />
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"As you wish, my Queen..."<br />
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♥~<span style="text-align: start;">To Be Continued~♥</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-23663346100509161942013-11-14T00:20:00.001-06:002013-11-14T00:20:52.066-06:00Weekly Review - RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne<p dir="ltr">What is up my AfterDark lovelies?!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Enjoy your Hump Day? Well mine was cold as all get out. Fall is here and in representation of the changing times I went with an oldie but goody. This week, I bring you the very first animé I bought when I moved in to my current home - RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now this animé first premiered in 1998 as a light novel. The animé and manga both came out around the same time. This bad boy is only six epis long (aren't I lucky), but they are deep, wild, erotic, bloody and at times confusing unless you can keep up lol.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We've got our main chick, Rin Asougi, private investigator and all-around badass in glasses and a two-piece suit. Now she may seem like a normal chick, but she walks around with quite a powerful secret - she's immortal. Yep, this woman has been in Tokyo for too damn long if you ask me, but seems to me that's her sole purpose. Right by her side is this kid-faced cutie named Mimi who loves her shots of vodka and shots of Rin too. Oh snaps!! You see right off bat from the first epi that Rin and Mimi are about that life!! Mimi is also immortal so ain't no telling how long those two been getting down with the get down lol.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Rin and Mimi obtained their immortality from these little glowing deals called Time Fruits. They come from the legendary Yggdrasil tree that is looked after by this character named Apos. If a time fruit enters a woman's body, she becomes immortal. If one enters a man's body, he becomes this crazed angel-like creature who's only desire is to keep eating the fruits of immortal women in order to stay alive. So moving along, Rin runs into this kid named Koki Maeno which starts a long and twisted run on Rin crossing paths with every Maeno after him and many unfortunate events take place as time progresses. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When I first saw this animé, I literally found myself going <i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>am I </i><i>watching?!</i> Like I could understand the whole immortal thing, but hell even the dog, Genta, is immortal dammit!! I want one of those damn tree spores while yall tripping lol. To a newbie, not only will this series confuse you but it will fuck your world up if you ain't ready for it! This is not, I repeat NOT for the light-hearted or mildly curious. You've got to have the skills of Sherlock Holmes and a stomach harder than The Rock's just to handle this bad boy! Did I love it at first? Hell no!! I didn't watch this again till about a month later. It was then that I really paid attention to the storyline and found myself thinking,<i> </i><i>This </i><i>shit </i><i>is </i>crazy <i>but damn </i><i>I'm </i><i>feeling </i><i>it. </i></p>
<p dir="ltr">So yeah, this one gets an AfterDark approved rating! Oh, if you're anything like me, you will come to hate the protagonist in this damn series but not for reasons you would think lol. Just go watch it and see what I'm talking about. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Catch up with you guys this weekend!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Saki ;)<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-30706749439318993572013-11-11T21:29:00.001-06:002013-11-11T21:29:31.148-06:00AfterDark Flow<p dir="ltr">Welcome to another night of AfterDark Flow! Here's tonight's topic:</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>With anime culture being viewed the way it is, what anime, manga, or movie do you think should be shown to someone</b><b> </b><b>who's </b><b>new </b><b>to </b><b>it</b><b>?</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">Now you know<b> </b>what do...</p>
<p dir="ltr">FUCK WITH ME!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">- <u>Scoob</u></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-21954955211673110952013-11-08T23:04:00.001-06:002013-11-08T23:04:22.844-06:00STDs... How safe are YOU??<p dir="ltr">Sup y'all...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now usually I'd come all crazy, but this week's podcast is something serious! Meiko and I agreed to talk about the other side of sex... the side that people like to ignore or think that it won't happen to them. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Question.. Do you know where your city ranks in reported cases of STDs?? Do you know what to do if you ever found out you caught something from someone you trusted? Do you even know what to look for or where to go to get tested? We answer all that and more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We'll have our usual fun as always, but we care about our listeners and readers out there. Might as well drop some knowledge right? So let's get raw and keep it real y'all!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Catch up with you later my lovelies,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Saki </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-44288266232852056432013-11-07T08:41:00.001-06:002013-11-07T11:55:58.288-06:00Weekly Review - Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi<p dir="ltr">*sips tea and types*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Good morning folks! I'll skip all the craziness and get right down to bitness!</p>
<p dir="ltr">I originally was going to do this review on another animé, but y'all know I like to touch what has been untouched lol. So I ended up finding this little gem called Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi (World's Greatest First Love). It's fairly new since it started in 2011 and has 25 episodes to enjoy. Sounds interesting huh? I'm thinking it's another love story of typical sorts, but boy oh boy was I in for a surprise.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So you've got this dude, Ritsu Onodera, who aspires to be an editor-in-chief, or EIC, in literature. Instead he gets placed as an editor for a shojo manga at Murakawa Publishing house. Now his boss, Masamune Takano, is well a jerk, at first glance. He happens to play a vital part in Ritsu's life though.  Here's where it gets juicy... Ritsu and Masamune went to high school together.  At that time, Ritsu made a critical move that puts our story in to motion...</p>
<p dir="ltr">He confesses his love to Masamune!!!! </p>
<p dir="ltr">You guessed it! Ladies and gentleman, you have just started a journey with me to the world of  homosexual anime. Trust me when I say this isn't for those who have "issues" with guy-on-guy action. As a matter of fact, I applaud the creators for taking on such a controversial topic and lifestyle. It's not often you get a glimpse into what could possibly be the life of a gay man. I'm not saying this series will teach you everything you know,  but the truth is even men have inner battles regarding their feelings and emotions.  The one thing I had an issue with is how the main character reminds me of a male version of Hinata, but a lot more outspoken and straightforward at times.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">There are a good handful of flashbacks that the series refers to. The issue is there is none! Unlike most other animes, these don't take away from the main storyline.  In fact, they help enhance each character as they are introduced. You don't have to wait forever and a day just to understand why a character is the way that they are. They get to the point and I likes that!</p>
<p dir="ltr">So this one I recommend more for the LGBT and female viewers. If you're a guy and curious about WGFL, then I encourage you to take a peek! Doesn't mean you're a homosexual, have "tendencies", etc. All it means is that you watch anime without discrimination. Either way, do what you do.  For everyone else,  go and enjoy! Leave some feedback!! And keep the bigotry to yourself!!! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Walk in loooove ;)</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-89550720903272381042013-11-05T22:20:00.000-06:002013-11-15T00:53:18.651-06:00Afterotica: In My Pharaoh's Chambers, Part I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wiping the sweat from his golden brow, the pharaoh closed
his DiaDhank as his faithful monsters began to disappear from the battlefield.
For three days straight, Egypt had been under an attack staged by southern
barbarians whose territory was recently acquired by the golden kingdom.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Even though the good king did not like violence, it was his
duty to protect all the people of Egypt, even if that meant subduing the
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Hundreds were dead, many more injured. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His Highness raised his hand and gave the call. All Egyptian
healers rushed out to the ravaged battle grounds to collect the wounded and
bury the departed. Their orders were simply to heal and prepare the rebels for
their trials. Many will not make it past the judgment of the Pharaoh’s court as
Mahad and Seto would be harsh in their sentencing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Feeling weary thinking about the pending trials of the
morrow, the King looked down at his fallen soldiers, thanked them for their
service and said a prayer for their souls before turning his horse around and
galloping back to his palace.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His home was already loud with celebrations after hearing
the victory of their beloved pharaoh. Music and dancers filled the palace as
the bruised king made way for his chambers. He was in no mood to celebrate when
he had failed so many of his men. So many Egyptian lives taken from him. He
knew war was a possibility after ascending the throne, but each man that laid
his life down for their king only added guilt to his broad shoulders.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As stiff fingers ran up through his multicolored spikes, a
beautiful sight in his peripheral caught his attention. Stopping his weighted
gait, Pharaoh Atem looked to take in a captured woman from the southern lands.
A princess-soon-to-be-queen to her people, she was acquired as a peace offering
when Egyptian soldiers conquered her father’s lands. Now, she served Atem and
his High Priests.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A short and slender beauty, the woman defied her appearance
with a chin held high even in Atem’s presence and eyes that spoke a champion.
She may have been ripped from her home, but she was not yet defeated. Alas, it
didn’t change one simple fact:</div>
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She was his slave maiden; he was her king. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Atem was not pleased with holding her hostage, but it was
customary to take slaves from the lands Egypt conquered. He did not wish to
enslave the people, so he made sure that they were treated well and given
suitable rooms in the palace. But even though he did not treat them as such,
the captured men and women still felt like the bondaged slaves they were.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The woman that was staring at him so squarely was not an
easy one to deal with. Twice, she had been called in front of the High Priests
for her insistence on being referred to as Princess Alani. She was no princess
here, but Alani continued to fight for her title. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She was never punished, but the pharaoh’s court told him
that he would have to deal with her, one way or another. If not, she could
manufacture a coup d’état right under their noses.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Though intrigued by the woman, Atem understood their warning
and made sure to keep an eye on her. He had recently appointed her to a special
position where he could do just that. Realizing the current turn of events, a
wry smirk touched his lips as he thought of a way to kill two birds with one
stone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking towards Alani as she still stared at him in masked
disgust, he cusped her arm and silently ordered her to follow as he resumed his
journey to his chambers. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Wanting to coil away but knowing the consequences if she
did, Alani locked her jaw and followed the pharaoh, wondering where he was
taking her. She had never been to his chambers before, so she didn’t know it
was their destination until he opened the door and pulled them inside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Gasping, Alani felt the urge to fight, but when Atem led her
past his massive bed, her brow dipped with confusion. She wanted to ask, but
she could not speak if she was not spoken to first. She could only allow
herself to be pulled further into his chambers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Atem was weary. He was dirty, bloodied and aching. At the back
of his mind, he knew Alani was worried, but a very small part of him felt he
deserved some amusement. Finally reaching his personal bathing quarters, Atem
released her and turned to look at Alani, towering over her as he did so.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alani was forced to look at the golden contours of her
pharaoh’s chest because she was unsure of what he would do if she was to look
him in the eyes at this proximity. She could hear his labored breathing as he
simply stared down at her. She could see the bloodied stains of his battle, the
scars he had obtained while fighting for his country. She tried to not think about her lost brethren on the battlefield, mourning them despite how foolish she found their actions. Despite her hatred, she
begrudgingly had to admit that Atem was a noble king. And as the most eligible bachelor in the Egyptian lands, she had to admit his appearance was very pleasing to the eye.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Princess Alani,” she heard Atem say. “I know that’s what
you like to be called, so I’ll allow the title for tonight. I know you have
some questions you’d like answered, so go ahead and ask.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hearing him speak for the first time since their encounter,
Alani dared to raise her hazel eyes to meet his treacherous violets, slightly
put off by the third golden eye in the pharaoh’s royal headdress. Biting back her infamous retorts, the maiden refined herself and played her role.“My pharaoh,
I am only your humble slave. I do not require an explanation for your actions.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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A brow raised, Atem slowly began to circle her. “Is that so?
From the way you’ve been acting since you've arrived in my palace, I expected you
to demand an explanation. Have you had a change of heart?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I am still Princess Alani, my pharaoh, no matter what you
or your court says of me. However, I am only Princess Alani in this life, so it
would be foolish of me to seek death.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Grinning, Atem grabbed a stray lock of her auburn hair and
began twisting it within his fingers. “Then you shall wear your title of
Princess as you assume the roles of a slave and wash your king.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alani could not prevent the indignant gasp that left her
lips. She wanted to tell him how she’d refuse to do such a petty task for an
even pettier king, but she knew she couldn’t; she was his slave. So she didn’t
fight as she turned to fill the tub with water and heat the tub with the
firewood stored in a small closet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Once the bath was ready, she turned back to Atem and slowly
raised her hands to his shoulders. Cheeks heated with embarrassment, she began
to remove the clothing from his tall frame, doing her best not to touch the hot
skin beneath.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Despite her justifiable hatred, Alani couldn’t deny the
passions stirring within her as more of her king’s golden skin was revealed to
her. Pharaoh Atem had been chivalrous to her since her arrival and he never made her feel less than human. His kind eyes haunted her at night and her body burned whenever she was close to him. She didn't like that feeling at all, but here she was feeling hotter than ever. Alani really didn't know if Atem understood what he was doing to her.</div>
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After several agonizing moments, his royal garments fell softly to the floor
and pooled around his feet. Inaudibly, she released the breath she had
unknowingly been holding.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Atem chuckled to himself as he watched the rebellious beauty
turn into a flustering temptress, amused and almost turned on by her reserved
nature. That being said, her work wasn’t done.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re not finished, Princess,” she heard him whisper above
her. Eyes widening, Alani looked up into his smothering gaze. “I seem to still
have my undergarments on.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fighting desperately to keep the blush from creeping across
her bronze skin, Alani looked down his sculpted chest to the remaining fabric
left on the pharaoh’s frame. She couldn’t help but ogle the defined muscle
of his legs, the tautness of his thighs, and the outline of his
burgeoning bulge pressing softly against the fabric that covered his most
private and vulnerable area.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As her hands crept to the edge of his undergarments, she
cursed beneath her breath and silently asked the gods why they had resigned the
would-be queen to such a twisted fate…<o:p></o:p></div>
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♥~To Be Continued~♥</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-8858828689156656422013-11-04T08:06:00.001-06:002013-11-05T00:59:34.914-06:00AfterDark Radio Update<p>Good morning to all my lovelies!! </p>
<p>Alright so y'all are probably wondering what happened to the podcast. Well in preparation for the new stuff we have for you this week on the blog, we decided not to do an episode. </p>
<p>*sighs* I know... I know... It's a travesty! But come on, we got some other stuff for you to check out and keep up with. I had to take time and listen to all of you who have reached out to me and my team. I want to give you guys more than just the podcast and a few reviews. So expect to be updated on here AND our Facebook page. </p>
<p>If you love us, then LIKE US ON <a href="http://www.facebook.com/adrpodcast">FACEBOOK</a>!!! Demand AfterDark as your late night getaway!! Ok.. I'm getting a little too excited over here lol. Please stay tuned and again we thank you all for your patience and support. ;)</p>
<p>Saki M. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-15979714458774064452013-10-31T00:07:00.002-05:002013-11-01T12:41:47.005-05:00Black Cat ReviewWhat is going on my peeples?! (like my spelling lol)<br />
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Its Wednesday night and you know ya girl has to get in her weekly reviews, right? So this time I checked out Black Cat. Now I'm looking at the box on the DVD set and going<i>, OK, this should be interesting</i>. Well, I was surprised to realize how much I enjoyed this! I thought it was gonna be another one of those good ol' folks with special powers, kicking ass, and doing fly shit type of anime, but it was way more than that!!<br />
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So to get to the nitty gritty, Black Cat was originally a manga that start back in 2000 and ran till about 2004. It appeared in Shueisha's Weekly Shonen Jump during this time. It then became a 24-episode anime series that ran from 2005 to 2006. Now it's sold on DVD all over the world so you can have the complete series at your disposal (get like me *flexes). Now you are probably wondering...<br />
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Who or what the world is Black Cat?<br />
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Black Cat is a code name given to Train Heartnet, an assassin turned good-guy, because of his speed and reflexes (not to mention those yellow cat eyes he has). He's considered a member of the Chronos' Assassins and he's lucky number 13. He carries a gun called Hades that's pretty bad ass in my view. Dude is a straight cold piece though! Ok so I could get into what Chronos is or whatnot, but I don't feel like it. Moving on, Train meets this chick named Saya Minatsuki, a Sweeper (bounty hunter), who pretty much turns him from this cold-hearted murderer to someone whom is able to think for himself. Unfortunately, Train lost what he could call his first love to this evil ass mofo named Creed Diskenth. Dude was also an assassin, but he flipped the script and been riding Train all this time.<br />
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Along the way during Train's "transformation", he makes some new friends.... Sven Vollfied, another sweeper who's got this crazy eye that can allow him to see the future for a few seconds or so, and Eve, a young girl who was created by nanotech to be the best ass-kicking kid I've ever seen (aside from Gohan you silly gooses). The biggest breaker on this series for me - CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!! I mean its amazing the transformations that some of these folks go through and endure just to get to their present selves. The animation was drawn nicely, seeing how it's a shounen, and the plot definitely keeps you wondering what the hell is gonna happen next. I'm all for action, fights, and all the good stuff, but the comedic moments of this anime definitely had me gripping my stomach on some parts. They tend to catch me off guard.<br />
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One of the characters I related to in this anime was Eve. She looks all sweet and nice, but inside she's got the ability to go ham and take you out in one slice. She can change from her form physically to protect herself when faced with some trouble. But even she learns about the world around her. Not gone lie... I saw myself in that kid and that was bonus points. I think if you can relate to an anime, then you definitely should see it through to the end.<br />
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Well folks, another one gets my thumbs up! Black Cat is my go to for a kick-back session when I'm in my jammies and don't wanna do ish lol. Thank you to Shin Itagaki (director) for all the cats (its a hell of a lot too)! Hope you guys enjoyed and hit me up with some feedback!<br />
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See you next week my lovelies!! ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-397005263815829932013-10-28T20:58:00.001-05:002013-10-28T20:58:07.160-05:00Fan Service and Halloween Alright folks,<br />
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We apologize for any delays, but we are still alive!!! I don't believe in vacations and I sure as hell don't believe in letting my fans and listeners down.<br />
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So here it is.. the next podcast where we touch base on the biggest money maker anime has! Mixing it up with a little Saki Says, and a few other tricks up our sleeves!<br />
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Enjoy your treat my ADR lovelies!<br />
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Saki ;)<br />
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P.S. Next week... ADR takes you in between the sheets! See you then!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-59783295783280309522013-10-23T22:34:00.000-05:002013-10-23T22:37:30.593-05:00Shamanic Princess ReviewAlright so check it...<br />
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I found a hidden gem from Crunchyroll.com and it's called Shamanic Princess. It's about this chick named Tiara who's on a mission to find the Throne of Yard. She's a pretty powerful being who knows how to summon elementals and can even transform herself into this demon-like creature while in battle. She's aided by Japolo, whom at first glance looks like a really cute cat, but strikes out to kick ass in the first five minutes of the show. He's got a keen sense for magic and likes to give Tiara a hard time (sounds like a few people I know lol).<br />
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Now what is the Throne of Yard you ask?<br />
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It is a painting that is linked to the Guardian World, the place where Tiara and those like her, hail from. It contains very strong magic and is the key to its survival. It was taken by Kagetsu, Tiara's "nemesis" and former lover, to Earth, but his sister, Sara, is trapped inside and Tiara is set to get it back. She has been charged by the Elders of her land to retrieve the Throne at all costs. In order for her to do so, she has to get past Kagetsu, Lena, another "nemesis", and Lena's partner Leon. The funny part about all of this is that these folks all used to get a long at some point. Trust me the confusion set in right after episode one, but my hope is that it will all be cleared up in episode three.<br />
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This first debuted back in June '96 and the last episode was released in '98 so the animation itself screams classic! There is a manga for it, which was released in September '98, by Kadokawa Shoten. For the anime to have been so short, it's really, REALLY good. I'm not too familiar with the directors (name wise), Mitsuru Hongo and Hiroyuki Nishimura, but it seems these guys knew how to make these characters and the scenery come to life. The scenes with Sara and Tiara were just wow.. to say the least. Moving right along, you get to learn about each character as the anime progresses and trust me when I say that is a lot to take in. It's like playing connect the dots, and I've only just begun.<br />
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So far I'm hooked. I'll most likely finish the series out. I love fight scenes, in which Shamanic Princess has plenty, and the fact that it plays on fantasy and magic makes my heart flutter! I'm a sucker for fantasy period! So my review may seem a little biased to some, the fact is I've seen some animes and they turn me off completely. Not everything works for everybody *shrugs*. You've also got a classic love triangle in the midst of all this and some plays on friendship and loyalty. Oh yeah let's add the ability to summon demons and otherworldly creatures to your side when you're ready to open a can of kick ass and BOOM! You've got yourself a pretty well-rounded anime. <br />
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Hope you guys check it out!<br />
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Saki ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-76197551660744569692013-10-23T09:33:00.004-05:002013-10-23T09:38:59.126-05:00This Week on AfterDark...Hola, mi AfterDark familia!<br />
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Excited about this week's episode? So are we! Saki and I, in the spirit of Halloween, will be discussing a well-known trend in anime known as FANSERVICE.<br />
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How does Halloween tie into it? Why, costumes, of course! Cosplay, to be more specific. Who doesn't want to dress up as their favorite anime character? But does fanservice limit the options for some?<br />
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All of this and more will be discussed in our next episode. Stay tuned!<br />
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Stay sexy,<br />
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Meiko <span style="line-height: 34.0625px;">♥</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-20123170063819588082013-10-21T14:20:00.000-05:002013-10-25T08:09:17.630-05:00Defining Killua: AfterDark FanfictionKonnichiwa, AfterDark!<br />
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Meiko here, and I hope everyone's in the reading mood today, because AfterDark is rolling out another great feature of our blog: Fanfiction!<br />
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Yup, you heard that right. Your girl Meiko loves to write, so why not fanfiction? Posts will be made often (though don't expect a set schedule), and I'll create stories dealing with the anime/manga I'm following at that point in time.<br />
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"<a href="http://matsuriradio.blogspot.com/p/defining-killua_7956.html" target="_blank">Defining Killua</a>," the first entry into our Fanfiction endeavor, is a story based on Hunter x Hunter (2011), an amazing anime that follows two young boys on the quest to become Hunters. It is a really great show and there are 100 episodes right now, so it's not too late to catch up and become enthralled with the story like I have (to add to this shameless plug, the mangaka of Hunter x Hunter also created Yu Yu Hakusho, and I know YYH gets lots of love in the anime community).<br />
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If you read "Defining Killua," it focuses on creating some background information about a certain event that led to one of our deuteragonists taking the Hunter exam. Now, if you haven't watched Hunter x Hunter, you can read this without anything major getting spoiled. But, if you like the character and the twisted situation he finds himself in, then check out HxH because there's a lot more of that to discover.<br />
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Just a disclaimer, "Defining Killua" does involve a young child being placed in a very dangerous situation, so if you don't like violence against children, then you might not want to read this, or watch Hunter x Hunter (bummer...). But don't worry! My story isn't gory or anything like that; it's more of an exploration of Killua's mindset.<br />
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Anyway, it's a really fun read and the anime gets my highest recommendation, so I hope you enjoy! Just click on the link above or click the 'Defining Killua' tab to start reading.<br />
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AfterDark fam, wanna get in on this Fanfiction movement? Hit me up at meiko.adpod@gmail.com with your story submission, and we'll feature it right here on our blog!<br />
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Stay sexy,<br />
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Meiko <span style="color: #fa0000; font-family: Coming Soon;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">♥</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-10177303755377394862013-10-20T12:55:00.000-05:002013-10-21T21:38:39.302-05:00AfterDark Radio Logo<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Sup, folks?!!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">How are y'all doing? Have you found your AfterDark hearts yet? Haha if you haven't, we've got you covered. Just keep tuning in each week as we get a little bit deeper and a little bit darker. ;)</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">Anyway, I am presenting a little challenge for my AfterDark fam. As you can see, AfterDark is up and running, but we're currently running circles when it comes to what our definitive look should be. We're throwing around pictures and ideas, but we haven't settled on anything quite just yet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">A lot of the stuff we've been using can be found around the web, but we want something that we can call our own. So, I did some playing around this morning and came up with this:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;">Sexy, right? Why, thank you. It's fun, it's sultry, it's AfterDark, but it's just a concept piece. It could maybe work for a background image, but a logo is what we really need. We're working on it, but we'd love to hear whatever suggestions you might have. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">What do you think could be the perfect mascot for AfterDark? What should the logo look like? Reply to this post, hit me up on Facebook or Twitter @MeikoAfterDark, or shoot us an email at afterdarkradio2@gmail.com.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">We're open to all suggestions as we build our radio show. And thanks so much for showing so much love to our very first episode! Looking forward to your stories and sharing them in our next episode!</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">Stay Sexy,</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 22px;">Meiko ♥</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-45444066856958114112013-10-20T00:13:00.002-05:002013-10-20T00:13:14.088-05:00The One with Online Dating *cue trumpet sounds*<br />
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ALRIGHT FOLKS! HERE IT IS! </div>
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Our very FIRST AfterDark Radio podcast has been uploaded and we are ready to take on the world! Ok, so maybe the United States and parts of Canada, but its a good start. </div>
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Listen up and check us out! (That means click the play button).<br />
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Saki<br />
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P.S. Don't forget to post your responses here in regards to your experiences to online dating. Just step into our office and lets talk about it. Remember if we like your comment or story, we'll talk about it in next week's podcast. Peace and hair grease!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687794835204487548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227396675799679237.post-12756453660512880682013-10-19T18:34:00.000-05:002013-10-19T18:55:58.881-05:00Tonight on AfterDark!What up, people?!!<br />
<br />
This is Meiko and thanks for checking out the new blog for our brand new podcast, AfterDark, which premieres tonight!<br />
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If you've bumped the demo, our official first episode will be covering the familiar terrain of online dating and what Saki and I think about it. We're bringing you a complete rundown of the good, bad and ugly of what you can expect to find in the mysterious waters that is dating through social networking sites. No time to hook up with random people at the club? Putting the emotional over the physical? Cool with dating somebody hundreds of miles away? No problem! We're hitting every possible reason why you should (or should not) commit to online dating!<br />
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Now, I need y'all to do something for us to help make AfterDark great. Audience feedback is what we desperately crave, so after hearing our thoughts, we want to hear yours! Hit us up on Facebook, Twitter, email or right here on our blog with your comments. Our favorites will be featured in our next podcast, so get excited!<br />
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And one more thing! If you like our premiere, how about sharing it with your friends, your family and your otaku community, because we're pulling no punches when it comes to what we talk about and what we have on our minds. Stay tuned for great content on anime, music, celebrities, sex, relationships, love and anything else your AfterDark heart desires! And don't worry, your naughtiest, darkest secrets are welcomed and embraced, so don't be bashful! Liberate yourself and partake on this stimulating adventure with your lovely hosts, Saki and Meiko!<br />
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Once again, thanks for tuning in to the VERY FIRST AfterDark with S&M (and yes, the pun is <i>totally </i>intended). ;)<br />
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Stay sexy,<br />
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Meiko Matsuri ♥Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08685007729816712708noreply@blogger.com0