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They give me words of which to express myself.Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-39925790001183147992013-10-02T10:32:00.001-03:002013-10-02T10:32:42.762-03:00Fanfic: Welcome to the UZA SHOW<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">WMatsui | AU, dark, smut | implications | 8,802 words</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">[Written for a friend who wanted more WMatsui smut, and this fic just went places I never imagined. I ended up making an AUniverse so deep that I will definitely be revisiting this world again soon...]</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The old wooden floorboards had creaked beneath her feet when she first entered – leaves and dust dancing about her when the wind from opening the first set of doors had picked them up in its wisps. The only standout feature of the dull, gray room was a large geared clock that hung above the doors, marked with gold-etched script that read, “UZA48”. The clock echoed a haunting clicking pattern as it worked…constantly disturbing what would have otherwise been peaceful silence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a research student, the girl had never been to this theater before; and when her request had been approved she had no idea what to expect when she was informed to come to the main foyer and wait for an escort.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other students had often gathered in their own theater after lessons, gossiping about what this place really looked like — Rumors of this and that, casting constant mystery upon the show that they trained, almost religiously, to become part of. Their instructors never told them anything either…just teaching them the skills needed to one day be just good enough to be invited past those doors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bringing her out of her thoughts, the research student suddenly heard a noise and looked over to see a small girl pass through the frame of a much smaller door, which – unless one had known – just looked like another part of the wall.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The student stood up from her seat, eager to set a good first impression as the other girl walked over to her briskly. As the new girl got closer, the trainee noticed she seemed more engaged in observing the face of the pocket watch she held in her hand, than in the fact that she was about to run the other over if she didn’t stop walking anytime soon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Uh…excuse-“ the trainee began, but held back when the theater girl stopped abruptly, perfectly in time before stepping on the research student’s toes; however, clearly in violation of any sense of personal space between them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked up, pocketing her pocket watch and observing the other girl’s face for a few moments before speaking, “Matsui?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes…Rena. I’m Matsui Rena.” The taller girl responded under the uncomfortable scrutiny.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oblivious to the oddity of standing that close to someone else without apparent reason, the other girl briefly checked over the clipboard in her hand, marking something off with a steel-feathered pen, “Perfect, you’re on time.” She finally stepped back a few inches.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The girl was notably short, with auburn hair tied back and held neatly in place by a single bow. She was outfitted in a simple white blouse, black tailed overcoat, tie and skirt – with a corrective monocle worn over her right eye. The way she held an air of intention around her, Rena got the idea that she was someone of significant importance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The girl swiveled on one foot, ushering for Rena to follow with a finger. “I was surprised when our stage-masters approved your request for an audience so quickly.” She unconsciously checked her watch “The head stage-master is usually very picky when it comes to meeting our recruits but…when she saw your application…” She smiled, “Well, I guess she took quite the liking to you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Takahashi Minami, by the way.” She mentioned rather offhandedly before glancing at her pocket watch yet again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena gaped in realization, “Takahashi…Minami?!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, no! Please, I should be the one.” Rena held her hands out in front of her, suddenly feeling embarrassed for possibly not showing enough respect for her senpai. “I’ve heard of you before…b-but I never imagined…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minami watched the girl with amusement, as she proceeded to give a respectful bow. “It’s quite alright Rena. Come now, we wouldn’t want to be late.” Minami continued and led Rena through the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As she was escorted through the theater, Rena quickly realized just how prompt Minami really was – the girl moved with ease through the maze of hallways they walked about. Rena kept up as best she could, but it didn’t help that the space was crowded, bustling with movement in preparation for the night’s show. Chairs, couches, lamps, and wardrobes were strewn haphazardly throughout the hallways, as if they had never properly finished moving into the area. And it was often confusingly twisted and narrow, large corridors off-shooting into dark, crooked hallways – like certain practicality wasn’t taken into consideration during the theater’s construction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It must be strange finally getting to see them…people who’s names you’ve only heard of, never seen.” Minami’s voice broke the silence between them. She stopped to let Rena catch up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Y-yes…it’s all so amazing.” The girl was in awe. Itano Tomomi, Oshima Yuko, Shinoda Mariko, Kojima Haruna…they were all people whose names Rena had only heard mentioned in passing by the patrons of her previous theater.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Amazing…” Minami reached out to touch the frame of her own portrait, her eyes lost as if reminiscing on a cold past memory, “I remember the days when I would describe it as that. I don’t think any of us really knew what this would become when we started.” She pulled her hand back slowly, examining the dust on her fingertips from the old frame; with a frown, she quickly wrote something down on her clipboard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Beautiful…” Minami whispered as they rounded the bend and came into view of a large grand piano, raised on a small platform. A tall girl sat at the piano’s bench, her fingers gracing the black and white keys before her with such familiarity that Rena could only describe as complete mastery of one’s element.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minami leaned closer, not wanting to disturb the performance, “She plays like this every night before a show. Funny enough, she shares your family name. Matsui Sakiko.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Watching the girl’s face, Rena could swear she saw thin lines as crimson as the ribbon itself, trailing down the girl’s face. Blood? Rena covered her mouth before a sound could escape, no, it couldn’t be – it must have been styled make-up of some sort.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Real or illusion…I wonder.” Minami replied as if reading and toying with the girl’s thoughts. “This is her monologue. As a credit to her <em>contribution</em>to the show, Her monologue allows her to create such beautiful sounds, able to make even the strongest of men fall to their knees – But not without the cost of those painful tears.” Minami whispered, taking a moment to blink away her own emotions that threatened to build.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We don’t always understand what our monologue tries to tell us; all we know is that it’s something that we must embrace and accept as having chosen us to give it’s message in this show. That’s part of what gives this show it’s allure – the mystery of understanding.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The two eventually came to a narrow crossroads, where a group of men were arguing over a large decorated box they were trying to move. It should have just been simple enough to walk around them, but the commotion was sufficiently blocking the direction that they needed to head down. In the middle of the shouting, there was a girl, dressed in an array of colorful frills that often marked a jester’s attire.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Look, I’ve told you guys a hundred times! This is supposed to be stored in the wings, stage left at all times. So why it’s sitting here on the other side of the theater is something I’d like to know!” The girl’s arms flailed with a slightly overdramatized urgency as she spoke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minami motioned for Rena to stay put, and walked over to the fray, “What on earth is going on here?!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Finally! Someone else with a brain has arrived.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“First show starts in one hour…what’s the problem Yuki? I thought you’d be all set up by now.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yuki sighed, rubbing her temples, “Mayu told me earlier that everything would’ve been settled by now, but clearly…” She gestured to the dumbfounded men, “…these fools have something different in mind.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I told them, I told them this would be a bad idea.” Minami turned to the movers, and began to sternly remind them the directions of what they were supposed to be doing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena had only been half-listening to the exchange for her eyes had been captivated by the silhouette of the costumed girl’s shadow cast on the far wall, by the corridor’s light. The angle of the lighting caused Yuki’s shadow to stretch far up the high wall, but the longer Rena stared at it, the more it seemed to move independent of its owner’s movements. The casted shadow moved melodically, its long torso fanned much like that of a looming jack-in-the-box.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So lost in what her eyes were seeing, but her mind unbelieving, Rena hadn’t noticed another group of men coming up behind her, carting a huge mural down the already narrow passage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Excuse us.” One of them said as they made their way through. The girl had to practically dive out of the way – and as to not be run over, she quickly ducked into a nearby side hallway. She waited patiently for them to pass, but the chaos caused by the earlier hold up prevented them from moving any further, and thus blocking the girl from coming back out into the main hall.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hearing Minami’s voice from the other side, asking why the mural wasn’t already set up as well, Rena sighed. It would be easier to just wait until they had the whole thing cleared up. The research student turned around and noticed another girl leaning against a wall parallel to an open door further down – she hadn’t seemed to notice Rena.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So let me guess…you were just going to show her how to properly ‘warm up’ for her routine right?” the girl folded her arms across her chest, clearly not impressed by whatever she had just seen. She was tall, lean and toned, with long sweeping hair – the very image of powerful femininity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’ve told you a hundred times…” a voice from the door started in a joking tone, “…I can’t help it if there are so many cute girls here.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The long-haired girl scoffed, “Then why don’t you just take one of those ‘cute girls’ for your partner instead?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t worry, I’m heading over to the main office to drop off a new student now. I’ll let your stage-master know she’s late as usual.” Minami glanced at her pocket watch, starting to get a little agitated at the small distraction she had just dealt with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know I love it when you’re all fired up like this…” Rena watched as the short-haired girl stepped close to the other, her hand toying with the other girl’s buttoned shirt. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, teeth attacking collarbone and neck as it was slowly exposed underneath her fingertips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We…only have one hour until the first show…” the long-haired girl whispered, pressing herself against the other girl, who reached down and lifted one of her thighs up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And I’ll have you done in half that.” The short-haired girl grinned, pressing her lips to the other’s as her free hand traveled downwards.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena gasped; realizing late that she probably shouldn’t have been standing there gawking at the two. She made to turn away, but had already been noticed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Enjoying the show?” the girl with longer hair turned her profile to Rena and smiled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The short-haired girl made a show of the situation, pulling away from her partner and sauntering over to their audience. “Well, well…look what we have here.” She leaned forward, hands in her pockets, to get a better look at Rena’s face, “What a cute girl. Are you new?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to watch. I just stumbled down this way and…” Rena shied back meekly when the girl in front of her brought a hand up to brush strands of hair away from Rena’s face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just then, another voice cut in before anyone could comment further, “Sae, don’t terrorize the poor girl. We already have enough of them dedicated to your little fan club.” Minami stepped over to them, having apparently solved the other issues from before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Defeated, Sae stood upright and backed off as if hurt, “But of course, your greatness.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I see you’ve met Sae and Sayaka…although here, we just call them Twin Tower. They’ve got <em>the </em>most <em>intense</em> adagio act you’ve ever seen.” Minami eyed the two as she made introductions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Perhaps I could show you a few things sometime.” The short-haired girl winked at Rena.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She turned to head back to the main hall, but glanced behind her once more, “You two…there’s already been enough madness going on today, and I have enough of a headache as is. Please don’t add to it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We’ll be good!” Sae saluted as they watched the two disappear. Once alone again, she turned back to her partner with a wide grin, “Now, I do believe I was in the middle of something before we were interrupted…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena walked in cautiously behind Minami who didn’t seem to be too bothered for practically barging in. This room had a short, and narrow curtained passage that led out into a much larger space, which was quite like all of the others in the building. Outfitted with simple lamps, discarded chairs and couches scattered about in its corners and mismatched geared clocks adorning it’s walls – except at its center was a large curved desk at which the room’s occupants were seated. The two stage-masters, Rena was sure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The large stain-glass window behind the desk showered the room with a wash of coloration from the moon’s illumination yet effectively silhouetted whoever would occupy the room from the point of view of the person entering. The research student was starting to believe that most of the theater had actually been designed with detailed purpose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minami cleared her throat rather audibly to get the two stage-master’s attention once more and the one in the chair spoke first, not bothering to look away from the papers in front of her, “As punctual as ever Minami-san.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, I try to make a habit of it…being the general manager and all. And for the record, I’m exactly 5 minutes late.” She replied, clearly not happy with that fact. She gestured to the girl she escorted there, “This is the girl who’s appointment you approved last week.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, yes.” She retrieved a piece of paper from the desk, scanning over it, “Matsui…Rena.” The stage-master leaning against the desk sighed and stood, bringing her leg up to rest her foot on the edge of her companion’s chair, “I guess I’ll leave you to your vices then.” She said as she finished buttoning her vest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amused, the seated girl reached up to latch the clip of the suspender onto the other girl’s garter belt. “Mayu, don’t tell me you’re angry because I’m kicking you out early today.” She kissed the inside of the girl’s thigh somewhat apologetically.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The show which starts in 30 minutes I might add.” Minami impatiently checked her pocket watch once again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hearing the stress in Minami’s voice, Mayu raised her hands in defeat “Sounds like someone’s in a good mood today.” She walked over, stealing a glance at the research student. As she passed, Rena got a glimpse of the stage-master’s brilliant attire. Unlike Minami, Mayu was dressed entirely in hues of slated black – a large top hat and intricate cane tucked within her grasp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s been a bit of a hassle…but nothing I couldn’t manage.” Minami started, “Oh, and your <em>beloved</em> was looking for you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Almost as if finding what she was looking for, the stage-master finally spoke, “Welcome.” She crossed her fingers underneath her chin, crimson painted lips curling into a childlike grin, “I hope the train ride over wasn’t too…<em>long</em>. We’ve been trying to speed up the process.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well then…you might as well make yourself comfortable.” The stage-master gestured to a single chair in the middle of the room. Slowly, Rena walked up to it and sat down – She rubbed her arms, feeling a sudden chill in the air but dismissed it as nervousness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The stage-master observed Rena a few moments longer, before continuing, “Matsui Jurina, fifteen years old. As you’ve probably already guessed…I, along with Mayu, who left with Minami-san, are both stage-masters of the UZA Theater.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“-teen years old. Yes, you heard right.” Jurina finished Rena’s question before she could ask it. She leaned back in her chair with an amused grin. “Does that surprise you?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rather embarrassed at her forthright, Rena shook her head, “Ah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I mean, no it doesn’t.” As the older girl apologized, the stage-master reached into a drawer and pulled out a small notebook.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena blinked away bewilderment. Wherever Rena had walked within the hallways of her old theater she had heard this girl’s name. Always half whispered…like she was some sort of goddess. Rena would have never thought that she would be so young, yet finally sitting before her even now, the girl held an aura of someone much older…much more experienced.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re really bad at lying, you know that Rena-chan?” Jurina opened the notebook, flipped a few pages and marked something down. “You’re from…”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“…Sakae, Nagoya.” The older girl answered promptly and watched with slight confusion as the other girl’s gaze became distant. Almost similar to the loss that Rena had seen in Minami’s eyes earlier.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sakae…” the stage-master spoke as if the word was foreign to her tongue. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a <em>long</em> time. But…” the girl laced her fingers, stretching her arms in front of her, “…now’s not the time for nostalgia, is it Rena-chan?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She stood, rolling her neck and shoulders to crack stiff vertebrae and muscles. “So, you audition for an idol group…and make it. Spend years training and performing at your theater – all that time just to be chosen to reach a show that you’ve only ever dreamed of. UZA…a vague, distant idea that your heart longs to reach.” The stage-master stepped around the desk, walking over to where Rena sat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They tell you nothing; you only ever hear words whispered from within the crowds you perform for…” she continued, voice inquisitive with curiousity, “…yet that mystery pushes you on. Even after everything you’ve seen on your way here – away from all that you’ve ever known, to this very room – you still haven’t turned away. Or perhaps by this point…you already believe that this just might be some odd dream you’re stuck in?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Either way, you’re at the point in this dream where they’ve told you to find a <em>‘monologue’</em>. And they say that if you cannot find it on your own, then you need to seek me out to do so. So tell me Rena-chan…how can I be of service?” the girl cocked her head to the side, an innocent smile playing on her face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A low crack of thunder could be heard in the distance, as trickles of rain began to make their presence known against the large stain-glass window. Rena tried to calm her nerves, “I-I guess I was wondering what exactly a monologue is.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jurina chuckled, “Come on Rena, you want to be part of the show right? Cause you’re going to have to be a bit more creative than that…I don’t like making it easy for people to get things out of me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ah…there’s the money question.” Jurina grinned and turned on one heel to face away from Rena. As she did so, she reached into a pouch strapped to the side of her belt, palming its contents, “My monologue?” When she turned back around, she simple held out her left hand, palm upturned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The older girl observed intently, seeing nothing more than a single speckle of black ink in the middle of the other girl’s hand. Rena frowned, “Nothing. Just that black spot.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you see now?” her eyes watched Rena, curious to read her reactions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You see it now, don’t you?” a voice from the far side of the room asked. And when Rena turned to the source, she was surprised to see the stage-master as she had been standing before her only moments ago, suddenly leaning over a lamp in the corner of the room. “Would you believe me if I told you this had been in the room the entire time?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“…did I go?” A cryptic, mocking voice whispered into her ear. Rena jerked her body around, nothing again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Over here.” This time when she turned back around, she was face-to-face with the obscure dark figure – albeit, the shadow was now hanging upside-down; its glowing red eyes staring through her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Rena, I’d like you to meet <em>my</em> monologue.” The stage-master spoke as she walked back over to the two. When she neared, the darkness began to melt from the ceiling, pooling itself in front of Rena’s feet only to reform itself right side up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The form remained still, staring at Rena as Jurina stepped behind her chair, “When I was younger, I was afraid of this darkness; shadows sent fear through my veins. But once I came to UZA, I learned how to relinquish such weakness…and turn it into strength.” As Jurina spoke, Rena felt the younger girl’s hands running along her shoulders, sensually.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A particular senpai of mine…one very close to my heart helped me overcome my innocence and was able to teach me that any fear can be conquered. So I got to know the shadows, and it turns out that the darkness was just as alone as I had felt – And once I learned to communicate with it, it became part of me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Is it freedom from the expectations that bind them, or simply an escape from their own virtues? What is their monologue? …Their expression?” Jurina’s hands continued to play against Rena’s skin and unconsciously leaning into the younger girl’s touch, Rena found herself becoming oddly entranced by both the repetitive movement of the stage-master’s hands and her voice – As if both spoke to something deep within her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are they destined to become leaders? Or will they become mere followers to be tamed? Either way, as long as you cannot surpass your weakness, you cannot find your monologue.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That’s why they send the new girls to me. Once I had found my own monologue, management discovered very quickly, that I had a certain<em>‘knack’</em> for being able to help others find theirs.” Jurina leaned forward and without warning, kissed the nape of Rena’s neck. The older girl shivered as she felt those lips travel upwards, to stop by her ear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You see…” Jurina whispered, “…everyone has darkness within them.” The shadowy hand resting lightly on Rena’s cheek took cue and slid downwards, a long digit trailing down to simply rest between the junction of her collarbone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You see? This darkness inside of you…is what chokes you. It suffocates you as your body fights so hard to keep it locked away inside, while it tries to escape.” The shadow form kept its finger still, finding the whole situation rather enthralling. It spoke with its echoing voice, “She’s so beautiful when she’s like this. Being controlled and tormented by sheer touch.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I can feed off of the shadows in the soul – not just in myself, but in others as well. I can speak to them.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So tell me Rena, what are you looking for? Not even knowing what lay beyond those doors, why did you join UZA? Like so many others, you could have just quit. What did you expect from me by putting in your request for an audience?” Jurina laughed bitterly, nails crawling against Rena’s skin, “Were you just expecting for me to simply <em>assign</em> you your monologue?! How pitifully weak that would be. Or perhaps your heart unconsciously came looking for something more…like sex?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gazing down at her from above, Jurina looked at her with a void yet intense expression. Unabashed in its task, the stage-master’s hand toyed with the laced ribbon holding the front of Rena’s white blouse together. “Just admit that this is what you really wanted.” She tugged and the loose knot, along with the first few rungs of lacing, came undone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Funny. Your lips say <em>‘no’</em>…” Jurina’s hand ran up along the pale flesh of Rena’s torso, “…but every other part of you screams <em>‘yes’</em>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“See? It is what you want – It’s what they always want…” the stage-master leaned down, scarlet lips attacking the side of Rena’s neck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena’s brows furrowed. How many girls in UZA had she manipulated like this? How many girls had the stage-master utterly broken like she was doing to Rena right now? But Rena shook the thoughts from her head the moment she felt the other girl’s grasp settle on the hem of her skirt, pulling the material down – undergarments and all – over her hips with well-practiced ease. Rena would have time to care about any of those implications later; right now, she could care less if the girl had slept with every other girl in the theater – because as lewd as the idea was, right now it somehow aroused her even more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked up, “And if I say it again, what will you do? <em>Rena-chan</em>.” The younger girl’s tongue slowly slid along the slit before her and Rena could just feel the smile plastered on those lips as they dared to drive her passion to places that she had only ever read about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Jurina’s fingers spread her further apart, granting that tormenting tongue unlimited access for which to continue its assault, Rena’s mind screamed with the alarms of every siren telling her that this was wrong – that wanting this the way she did now was somehow immoral and primitive. She had come here simply to request help in finding her monologue right? Then why did her body react so acceptingly to something that she didn’t want? Why could she not even fight back these urges, desires that were suddenly swelling and overwhelming any sense of self-control? It was as if something deep inside of her had taken over; was this the darkness of which the stage-master had previously spoken?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then she noticed something that made her eyes narrow in confusion. A darkness – much like the shadows which she had witnessed earlier – pooled along the skin of the stage-master’s back that had been exposed by her own loosened shirt. It rippled over her skin like water, ghosting its way over her shoulders.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, you see it again don’t you?” Jurina whispered after noticing Rena’s momentary pause. The young girl took a moment to shrug the shirt completely off her body and now in full view, Rena saw upon the other’s back, the shadow had formed a large tattoo of butterfly-like wings. As the stage-master slowly raised herself up, the other girl watched with awe as the eerie shadows peeled away from her skin, taking into the form of real ghostly wings. Jurina groaned with effort, sweat forming on her brow, as the growth seemed to be affecting her much like she had been doing to Rena moments ago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Like I said before…” Jurina exhaled, out of breath, “I feed off the darkness within others.” Her hand graced the other girl’s cheek, “Your darkest desires speak to me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How twisted…you’d let me do anything I want to you right now – tie you up, defile you…painfully, even whip you, and you wouldn’t even question it.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“…Stop.” Rena didn’t want to hear any more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Look at you now, fighting so hard to contain what your soul really wants – fighting to even acknowledge your embarrassment. How weak.” Jurina said in disgust.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What if…” her grip slowly became tighter and Rena’s eyes shot open in fear. “What if I decided to take your life right now, instead of your virginity? Hmm?” Both of her hands coiled tightly around Rena’s neck – she smiled wildly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’d let me do it right? Look at you; even now you don’t fight to save yourself. Such weakness…in UZA, there is no room for this weakness!” Jurina laughed and after realizing that the girl might actually be on the verge of killing her, a sudden urgency in Rena kicked in – her fear turned into anger. She suddenly hated that laugh coming from those crimson lips. She loathed the eyes that bore into and read her soul without permission, and the touch that had driven her wild moments ago suddenly felt like icy death upon her skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With strength that she didn’t know was possible, Rena was able to pry the other girl’s hand from her neck, and reverse their position, roughly pinning the stage-master’s writs down – And with hatred she didn’t know she had, Rena sneered at the younger girl below her now. Jurina continued to laugh, delighted by the turn of events, “Oh? What’s with this scary look all of a sudden? What happened to that doe-eyed fawn that came to me<em>‘looking for help’</em>?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ah, but I think this face is much more…alluring.” Jurina smiled wickedly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Shut up!” Tired of the girl’s smugness, Rena’s hand found its way between Jurina’s legs, enticing a low moan from the dominant girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes…get angry at me. Don’t wait for others to simply give you what you’re looking for; take what you want…” Jurina melted into Rena’s touch, losing herself in the moment as clumsy, yet defiant fingers penetrated her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena began to feel certain strength by making the fearsome girl react like that. Fingers still working, she leaned close bringing her lips close to Jurina’s ear, “You’re annoying.” She said before biting down – and judging from the moan those simple words coaxed from the younger girl, Rena felt somewhat proud.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I am aren’t I?” Jurina panted aloud and gasped when she felt Rena’s fingers curve deliciously, stroking a place inside of her that made her toes curl. A few more moments of this indulgence and Jurina began to feel herself dangerously close to her threshold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just as Rena had been enjoying this new sense of control, she felt a hand stop her own. Jurina chuckled at Rena’s expression of shock, “Trust me, it’s not that I’m <em>not</em> enjoying this but…” With reluctance, the younger girl pulled Rena’s fingers from their task, and brought that hand up between them. “It would be a shame if you didn’t join me wouldn’t it?” Rena watched silently as one-by-one her love-glistened fingers were taken in past lips eager to clean them off.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A bitter smile formed on the stage-master’s lips before she shook away her thoughts. “Since that time, everyday I’ve watched you…from the shadows. I’ve always wanted to meet you again, to see you perform on the stage here – no one else has ever made me feel so…<em>aroused</em>.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Jurina’s hips rocked against hers, over and over, Rena fought to withhold vocalizations that were threatening to escape; in fear that if she were too loud, someone might hear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jurina grunted with exertion, “That’s why I want you to let go, just give in to your feelings. In UZA there is no room for weakness…and until you can learn to release the darkness inside of you, you’ll never find your monologue.” She reiterated, her breathing becoming more labored.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“In UZA, you have to be crass, unabashed and unafraid of how your actions, thoughts or desires might seem to others. You Rena…you’re too kind.” Jurina pressed her hips down, hard, making Rena squirm beneath her. “I want to hear you scream. I don’t care what you say…or what it sounds like. You can curse me to the deepest of hells for all I care. I just want to hear your beautiful voice…I want you to be able to finally see the darkness, the true light, on your own.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Descending their joint release, both girls remained silent, taking in the sounds of each other’s breathing as heartbeats slowed in pace and overworked muscles came to relax. Jurina leaned forward, kissing the other girl’s abdomen lovingly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Open your eyes, look at me.” The stage-master’s whisper burned with certain voracity and Rena’s eyes fluttered open as if on command, only to be consumed by the seductive gaze above her. Jurina leaned closer, her hand cupping the other girl’s face, and flashed a Cheshire grin, “Perfect.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena watched as Jurina sat back, and found herself entranced – her eyes followed the exotic lines of a form silhouetted by flickering light. Jurina combed back locks, still slick with sweat from their passion, and Rena couldn’t stop her own body from sitting up. Her hand traced invisible lines across the other girl’s bare torso, mysterious feelings of yearning to feel that contact again swelling deep within her as she placed a kiss just below the younger girl’s navel. “…Perfect?” Rena breathlessly whispered against the skin under her lips, “What do you mean?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your eyes.” Jurina cupped Rena’s face fiercely, this time with both hands, commanding the entirety of the other’s attention. “Just now, they looked so…” Jurina breathed in deeply and Rena all but purred when she felt Jurina’s nails lightly grazing her long neck. The stage-master leaned down, lips ever so close to Rena’s, “…<strong>offensive</strong>.” She sealed the fraction’s distance between their parted lips – tongue slipping in to caress her captor’s own – and slowly guided Rena back down to the surface of the bed, delicately…almost as if she were a fragile figurine made of porcelain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The temptresses then slithered away from Rena’s grasp – her touch fading in abandon. Rena was still confused; as she watched Jurina remove herself from the bed, she didn’t feel any different from before, “But my monologue…I don’t understand—”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t you see them?” Jurina turned her back to the other girl, her hypnotizing tattoo back again in plain view, “The ropes that bind you.” She lifted her right arm slowly and Rena felt the muscles in her own begin to twitch in accordance. “You’ve already found it, your monologue. You’ve awakened.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When she opened her eyes again, bright lights flooded her vision. She was placed delicately upon a single chair, dressed in frilled petticoats and the long ropes still bound to her wrists, extending far above her head and into the darkness of the wooden rafters above. Her body felt limp, like a marionette without a puppeteer to guide it…but no longer weak. She felt the stage-master’s presence…and as her eyes scanned across the emotionless faces of the audience before her, she swore she could hear that thrilling voice in her ear once more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rena felt the same excitement now that she felt when Jurina had given her release, unlocking her potential. And with resilient reason, she smiled as a familiar mad hatter stepped out, stage left – With her wide smile and a grand welcoming gesture, the stage-master announced to the waiting patrons of the night’s second seating,</span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Welcome to the UZA SHOW.”</span></em><br />
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Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-43417584559042074192012-09-26T09:30:00.002-03:002012-09-26T09:35:56.642-03:00Fanfic: Let's Kinect | SKE48<br />
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7f7f7f; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">As requested by an anon on tumblr. Enjoy.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>[I'm actually really happy that this was requested, cause it turned out to be really REALLY fun to write. Oh my OTP feels...]</i></span></div>
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If Rena had known the seriousness behind the younger girl’s request for a “play date” that day, she reckoned she probably wouldn’t have agreed to it as quickly as she had.<br />
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Rena had expected it to be something simple, like lunch or shopping for an hour or two in the city – so when Jurina had promptly shown up at her house with her arms full of gaming equipment, Rena quickly began to feel the onset of a migraine.<br />
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The older girl massaged her temples as she stood in her kitchen, unenthusiastically watching a bag of popcorn rotate in the microwave. The motion was somehow…relaxing, Rena thought, as the timer for the machine slowly wound down – but the temporary peacefulness was broken at the sound of her guest’s voice.<br />
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“Rena-chaaaaaan~” Jurina yelled from the other side of the room where she was mucking about near her television.<br />
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‘Indoor voice, Jurina.’ Rena’s thoughts pleaded for her to say out loud, but she ignored them and replied as civilly as she could with the pain in her head, “…Yes?”<br />
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The younger girl peeked out from behind the television, “There’s something wrong with your tv. It’s not picking up the display for the Xbox.”<br />
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Rena groaned – Jurina was setting up the Kinect, great. Never having been the extreme gaming type, let alone the type to prefer using one’s own body as the controller…Rena had tolerated the endless hours of having to use the Kinect when she and Jurina were promoting it. To use one willingly, would be a real chore. “Just jiggle the cord in the back.” She replied.<br />
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“It’s ok, I just kicked it a bit and it’s working now.”<br />
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Rena paused massaging her head, “You what?!” she turned sharply.<br />
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“Are you sure that popcorn’s not burning?” Jurina replied off-handedly.<br />
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After having to make a new bag of popcorn, Rena made her way from the kitchen to where Jurina was now sitting comfortably on her couch shuffling through games that they were supposedly going to play.<br />
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So caught up in choosing a game, Jurina didn’t acknowledge the other girl’s presence, but Rena didn’t bother her as she sat down on the couch beside the younger girl. She looked really cute and childish, Rena noted as she observed quietly with a smile – this was the Jurina that Rena loved the most.<br />
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Rena tried to suppress a giggle when Jurina all but threw the games at the tv. “Why don’t you just play that snowboarding one?”<br />
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Jurina scoffed, “But I don’t feel like playing that one…which one do you want to play?”<br />
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“Me? Oh…well, I don’t really want to play yet. I was just going to watch you go at it for a bit…” Rena trailed off as she noticed the other girl’s expression become more and more unimpressed by her words.<br />
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“But I brought this so we could play together.” Jurina pointed to the Kinect with a look on her face that made the older girl feel like a horrible person.<br />
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With a reluctant sigh, Rena waved her hands in defeat. “Ok ok. I, uh…I like that zoo animal one.” She fished the game from Jurina’s lap.<br />
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But the younger girl wasn’t biting and replied flatly, “Rena, that one’s boring.”<br />
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“Well, you asked which one I liked!” Rena snapped back.<br />
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Jurina ignored her and stood enthusiastically, “Dance Central it is!”<br />
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Rena groaned as Jurina started up the game – didn’t they already get enough dancing during their lessons and stages?<br />
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Jurina smiled to herself, Rena was so easy to manipulate. As fun as it was with all the new experiences that came with being in a concurrent position with Team K, Jurina missed the simple life of being more involved with her own group.<br />
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Being so busy all of the time, school work aside, left Jurina pretty drained most of the time and in the recent months she’d been battling with stress and poor health as well. These days, Jurina had virtually no time to just rest and have fun like most other kids her age, so sadly enough, she had to almost rely on physical injuries to force her to stop every once in a while.<br />
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So in a way, Jurina was somewhat glad for her latest foot injury, as it gave her time to do things like visit Rena’s house for a play date.<br />
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After she was done with the setup, Jurina turned to the other girl and smiled brightly, “Are you gonna get up or do I have to drag you from that couch?”<br />
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Not really in the mood to protest, Rena placed the bowl she was holding on a nearby table and stood up beside Jurina. “Ok, but before we start I have some rules. One, this is just for fun…so don’t go getting all competitive on me.” Rena said sternly and waved an accusing finger in the other girl’s direction – Jurina always did have a problem with competitiveness.<br />
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“And two…we’ll only play for a short while, cause I’m tired and it’ll be much more relaxing to just watch a movie or something.”<br />
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“Yes Rena-dono!” Jurina mocked the other girl’s seriousness with an overly respectful bow.<br />
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A few stressful hours later found both Rena and Jurina on their backs, facing the ceiling from the floor and nearly passed out from exertion. As the older girl fought to catch her breath, Jurina just laid there laughing uncontrollably.<br />
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“It’s not funny Jurina!” Rena said between gasps. “I told you not to do that, but what did you do? You went and got all competitive anyway!”<br />
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“I can’t help it. I guess when I’m with you I get like that…” Jurina’s laughter died down and she was quiet for a minute before continuing, “I guess when I’m around you, I always get this feeling like I don’t want to lose.”<br />
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Rena frowned. Sure the group was competitive, but it’s not like Jurina had anything in particular to lose against her anyway. Jurina was very admirable and unique in her own way, possessing many things and mindsets that Rena wished she herself had at that age. It often bothered her that Jurina compared herself to others so often – Rena thought such feelings put a huge amount of stress on the poor girl.<br />
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The older girl had hoped that even in their downtime Jurina could just relax and have fun instead of worrying about such things like ‘losing’.<br />
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“Jurina…” Rena said quietly, “…what are you so worried about losing?”<br />
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“…You.”<br />
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Rena was taken off-guard by the response, “What?”<br />
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Jurina sighed, and rolled over to her stomach, “I don’t know…I guess I feel like we’ve been growing further apart as time goes on.” As she spoke, Jurina played with some strands of Rena’s hair that were splayed out between them from where Rena was still on her back. “We used to do so much together and now our jobs seem so distant. I’m rarely at stage shows, we don’t do many photo-shoots or commercials anymore. All that we do still get is work on the singles and even then…it feels more like we’re just two industry professionals working on a gig.”<br />
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Jurina laughed bitterly, “I mean, I know it’s a little childish to say something as simple as ‘I miss you’ and what we had – so that’s why I often try to act older. Because I feel that if I’m at least on par with you, then maybe I’ll be able to stand closer to you again.”<br />
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Rena was silent the entire time and as the other girl talked, she felt a tinge of sadness in her heart. As mature as Jurina was inside and out, she was still very much a child – a child that had virtually grown up in the throes of the idol industry. While children grow, they often hold onto memories or good experiences to better cope with their ever-changing environment. Rena hadn’t realized that Jurina was probably yearning for the same thing – comforts that she had grown up with, that settled her during the ongoing ups and downs they faced.<br />
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Listening to the girl just now, made Rena realize that she was probably one of those comforts.<br />
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“Ahh, it’s pretty silly huh?” Jurina sat up quickly and moved over by the couch, picking up the bowl of popcorn along the way. Rena’s silence made her feel like she had said something stupid. “Just…never mind what I said.”<br />
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“No.” Rena said sternly, “It’s not silly at all Jurina.” She sat up as well, and crawled over to the couch. Jurina wouldn’t look up from the bowl she was nursing in her lap, so Rena simply sat on the floor in front of the girl, forcing Jurina’s attention to her.<br />
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“You may think that you have to try hard to reach me, but Jurina, I often feel it’s the other way around. I always feel like you’re slipping away from me as you grow.” Rena poked the nose on one of Jurina’s dog-shaped slippers. “To me, it feels like I’m always watching your back as you run forward. But that’s just you; you’re a runner and we both know that you’ve always been much faster than me when it comes to running…right?” She asked in a joking tone and smiled when the other girl giggled.<br />
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“So that’s why I thought that being so close to you all the time would only hinder your progress…and I would feel like a horrible person for asking you to wait for me when you have so much potential.”<br />
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“Rena…” Jurina started, but Rena shook her head.<br />
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“That image of you standing ahead of me…it’s one I can never forget. It constantly reminds me that in order to keep the things I care about close to me, I have to try harder to move forward and catch them. I can’t rely on them slowing down for me.”<br />
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Rena paused and looked at the other girl, not speaking again until Jurina looked back. “I want you to promise me something Jurina. Don’t everlose sight of yourself as you move forward. Trust me, although getting older will allow you to do more things…it’s your youthful innocence that moves you ahead.”<br />
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“I want you to remember, no matter what happens and how distant we may become, I…and all of SKE will always be there, ready to catch you if you fall.” Rena sat up to her knees and held out her pinky finger. “Please promise me you’ll remember that.”<br />
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Jurina slowly nodded and reached out, locking her pinky with Rena’s own. The older girl’s words had been settling. She often didn’t have time to confide in other members about her feelings. “Rena, thanks.”<br />
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Rena smiled, “Sometimes you worry too much. Believe me when I say that, although I may not show it all the time, you’re very special to me – more than just a little sister.” Rena bit her lip, unsure of how to word it, “You’re like, my partner in crime…you know I couldn’t head SKE without you. I guess I just want you to know that there will always be a special place in my heart for you. A place that no one else…no one, could ever fill. Ok?” Rena’s eyes pleaded for understanding which the younger girl accepted with a firm nod.<br />
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Finally taking a deep breath, Rena couldn’t help but become lost in Jurina’s gaze as they looked at one another. In the moment they had just shared, Jurina had looked so young and so innocent in her expression, that it made Rena’s heart flutter with renewed feeling.<br />
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And it seemed even Jurina herself had found some renewed courage because before Rena realized it, the young girl was leaning forward, dangerously close to her lips. Before Jurina could reach her goal, Rena stopped her with a finger to the other’s lips, “And just what do you think you’re doing?”<br />
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“I…well, I couldn’t help it…” Jurina began to blush from her own actions.<br />
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“I’m pretty sure you’ve already reached your quota for this month.” Rena said matter-of-factly and Jurina just pouted.<br />
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Jurina was a kissing monster, that…everyone knew. And being so close to the girl since the group’s debut, Rena had learned very quickly that in her own weakness, it was near impossible to fight Jurina off when the young girl had the urge to attack – not to mention that Jurina was becoming more and more skillful at surprise kiss attacks with age. So a long time ago, Rena had set up a system to keep Jurina’s impulses in check. Jurina had a monthly limit for kisses, and once that quota was exhausted, there was no kissing until the next reset. It was one of ‘WMatsui’s’ hidden secrets that stayed solely between the two girls – and Rena was surprised that Jurina had honored her word.<br />
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The only problem as of late was their latest single. And although their kiss didn’t have to be real, it certainly gave Jurina a lot more chances for sneak attacks and near misses. So Jurina had no problem reaching her quota much quicker this term.<br />
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Rena kept her eyes on the girl, slowly losing the will to protest as Jurina was putting on her best puppy-dog eyes – the ones that always worked without fail.<br />
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Rena groaned playfully as she reached out to brush away strands of hair from Jurina’s freshly cut fringe. “Buuuut…I guess I may have lost count this time around.” She said in a low voice.<br />
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Jurina grinned a little too widely, failing to hide the fact that she knew she had Rena right where she wanted her, “What’s that mean exactly?”<br />
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“It means that if you ever wanted to steal something that you’re not supposed to have…then now would be the perfect time for you to take it.” Rena leaned forward, “Before I change my mind that is.”<br />
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As quickly as it started, Jurina felt Rena’s hands against her chest pushing her back firmly. Rena breathed deeply, eyes still closed, “Jurina…don’t push your luck.”<br />
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A few minutes and entire too many stolen kisses later, Rena was lying on the couch with Jurina lying on top of her, on her stomach. Rena’s hand was busy playing with Jurina’s hair, noting just how different the younger girl could look just by brushing her fringe in a different direction, and Jurina was staring at her the whole time, with a dumb grin on her face.<br />
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“You know you just used up your limit for like…the rest of the year right?” Rena said in a serious tone.<br />
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Jurina shrugged, “Meh, that’s fine. Churi is standing in for me during performances right now. She can give you my proxy kisses.”<br />
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“Proxy?…You’re really something else you know that?” Rena shook her head with a laugh.<br />
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“What?” Jurina pretended that she didn’t hear Rena as she turned around and started flipping through channels on the television. “Didn’t you say you wanted to watch a movie?”<br />
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7f7f7f; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Set before ep6. AnninNaga smut: Annin POV</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #7f7f7f; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">. <i>Quick-n-dirty, ‘nuff said.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>[as you might have noticed over <a href="http://gifsofsakae48.tumblr.com/tagged/AnninNaga" target="_blank">on my tumblr</a>, I've become increasingly obsessed with the Annin x Nobunaga pairing...so bare with my feels.]</i></span></div>
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<br /><br />My gasp echoed off the walls of the room when your lips made contact with the column of my neck. Curfew was near but we had been alone in my team’s common and the temptation laden in both of our gazes had proven too overpowering for either of us to care.<br /><br /><br /><br />So when the fist that had been intended to deliver pain suddenly pushed me down against the large couch, we quickly found ourselves in a rather passionate embrace. Legs a tangled mess, and hands fervent in their conviction to expose as much of each other’s flesh as possible.<br /><br /><br /><br />Frustrated, I tried to push you off of me; I always hated serving underneath others. But my attempt failed miserably when you roughly shoved me back down…then again, you had always been slightly stronger than me.<br /><br /><br /><br />I was equally unsuccessful at stifling a whimper when your thigh found its way between my legs, pushing them further apart. Since you wouldn’t let me lead, I had to be content with just touching myself. So my hand splayed across my stomach, inching it’s way lower – but you wouldn’t even allow that.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your hand suddenly stopped mine and I felt a shiver course through me when you actually growled at me, low in your throat. As if I was a scavenger trying to steal your catch, your teeth nipped at a pulse point near my collarbone possessively…a silent warning.<br /><br /><br /><br />My back arched off the couch when your fingers, in place of mine, slipped underneath my coveralls and claimed your property – pressing into and rubbing against my inner-walls over, and over, and over again until the heat that had been slowly rising at the junction of my thighs was becoming exceedingly unbearable. I called out for you to give me release, but instead you decided to deny me even that. Slowing your rhythm to an agonizingly slow pace, you told me to beg.<br /><br /><br /><br />My eyes shot you a sharp glare intended to kill, you knew I hated even the notion of what you were asking me to do, but you just flashed me a smirk in return – your fingers resuming a speed fast enough to milk your request out of me, but not fast enough to finish the job.<br /><br /><br /><br />I grit my teeth, “…Please.”<br /><br /><br /><br />“What?” you whispered back, still smirking at me; your smug tone wasn’t making this easier. <br /><br /><br /><br />I furrowed my brows as your tongue resumed its course along my jaw and up to the edge of my ear, making it that much harder for me to finish. “...let me...”<br /><br /><br /><br />I felt your smile against my skin, “Hmm? Let you?…”<br /><br /><br /><br />I groaned as the words I wanted to say kept alluding me, twisting and jumbling themselves in my mind all in accordance to how you were torturing me more than your fists ever could. When your fingers hit a particular nerve within me, my eyes shut tight and I vocalized my thoughts the best way I could assemble them.<br /><br /><br /><br />“Please, break me…defeat me.” <br /><br /><br /><br />The words evoked an inquisitive hum from your throat, followed by a chuckle as you finally obliged my need. Likening my sexual frustration to a physical fight had amused you, but you knew that I was just as serious now, as in any battle. If you wanted to take the top away from me, I’d give it to you without a second thought – if only to experience the fiery burn of it being taken by you, and you only.<br /><br /><br /><br />I felt my muscles begin to seize, reminding me that I was nearing the delicious moment of release. And when I reached that plateau, I crashed down hard. Your name escaped my parted lips which you claimed with your own, as your fingers continued moving – drawing out every last ounce I had to give you, every last moan I had to utter…and even then, drawing out more. <br /><br /><br /><br />I didn’t care if anyone walked in on us right now. The only thing my mind could cohere with was the sensation of you repeatedly taking me over the edge; to the point that I could swear I was seeing stars. A bittersweet shiver overcame me when your fingers slowly pulled out of my still sensitive passage, and you brought still slick digits to your lips – tasting the effect your power had over my body.<br /><br /><br /><br />I wanted to stay in this bliss forever, but when I finally opened my eyes to stare into yours, the truth washed over my senses like a second, third, and fourth wave continually abused the weathered stone heading its rocky shoreline.<br /><br /><br /><br />I closed my eyes again to escape the reality – my breathing steady as my rapid pulse slowed – realizing that the state of ecstasy I had just been in would never be anything more than a poignant release. Poignant, because I knew that you would never actually be here with me…like this. The prison had taken you from me before we could ever truly face each other – and I had always watched you from afar, unsure of what I felt for you.<br /><br /><br /><br />As the Teppen of rival teams that had never lost, we had always been pitted to oppose each other, but the day you disappeared, I knew that in actuality I wanted you…I longed foryou. I wanted to feel your body against mine; and I longed to feel you within the depths of my body…my soul. But all that possibility had vanished along with you.<br /><br /><br /><br />Paru – That’s whom they’re calling your replacement, and it disgusted me that they believed her physical strength alone would ever match what you had…for you possessed something different. <br /><br /><br /><br />Her eyes, they did nothing for me.<br /><br /><br /><br />That gaze didn’t hold the same fierceness that yours did; and it surely could never drive me to imagine she was the one getting me off on these cold nights when I felt alone, like yours made me imagine it was your fingers driving me to release, instead of my own.<br /><br /><br /><br />The familiar sound of prison gates closing automatically told me that I had broken curfew. I sighed, this couch was more comfortable than that dingy cell had ever been anyway.<br /><br /><br /><br />Today Paru made our war official when she personally harmed one of my team members. Tomorrow, I will finally end this battle.<br /><br /><br /><br />It kills me that I will have to face her before you – like I’m some adulterous lover, committing a punishable sin. But perhaps when I defeat your replacement, it will finally revive you from your nonexistence. Finally bring you out of the prison’s shadows…<br /><br /><br />…and back to me.<br />Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-60113793113218204362012-08-30T01:13:00.000-03:002012-09-26T09:23:37.269-03:00Fanfic: The Influence of You | SKE48<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Set in the world
of SKE48’s 8<sup>th</sup> single, “Kataomoi Finally” – Told through the eyes of
the one hurt the most. | (A/n: the words in bold are from the song</span><span style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;"> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqLJGAGvyyY" target="_blank">“Room for Happiness”</a> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">by Kaskade)<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Pro-tip:</span><span style="color: #bfbfbf; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;"> <a href="http://vid48.com/watch_video.php?v=ORXK94RR5XDS" target="_blank">Go and re-watch the PV</a> </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 191;">as a refresher and come back here when you're done :D</span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sometimes I wish I never felt, the influence of
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The distinctive connection of flesh from hand
to cheek had resonated more feeling than she had ever felt during any physical
connection with…<i>her</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">And yet the after-effect, the throbbing sting,
would never match the pain that she had felt after loosing that physical
connection with…<i>her</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Now I feel the disconnect, like an open wound.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina touched her cheek with a false smile.
She knew she deserved it, the brutal reminder from both Rena and Akane that her
actions over the past few weeks were less than <i>impressive</i>. Heck, it wasn’t the first time this sort of thing had
happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The repeat-offender of broken hearts eventually
stood up on shaky legs. Both victims long gone from the scene, Jurina began to
walk – Because outside in torrential rain certainly wasn’t the most comfortable
setting to contemplate your stupidity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Where you once were there is a space, that runs
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Hell. That was a good word for the miserable
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<i>that</i> day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Finally out of the path of the rain, walking
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house, it gave Jurina a chance to fall back into cynical thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina dared not even say <i>her</i> name too loudly for the fear of that hell opening up the gap in
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">So it came out a whisper past trembling lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“…Yuka.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Her eyes were as fierce as a bursting star, and
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Yuka had been the space that encapsulated the
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“together”. Starting out as a freshman at her school, Jurina had never
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Back when Jurina’s hair was still long, Yuka
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ways in which she would please the younger girl – and make her feel things that
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">But no sooner than Jurina had finally opened
herself up – both mentally and physically – to those words, did Yuka decide
that her interests had switched from the 1<sup>st</sup> year student to a
fellow 2<sup>nd</sup> year by the name of Hirata Rikako.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sometimes it's worse to have lost, than to have
never had at all --<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">It's a curse; to feel love and to feel it all
dissolve.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Well what exactly were you expecting Jurina?”
she mumbled to herself annoyingly as she stepped into the shelter of her house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">It wasn’t like people hadn’t warned her about
Yuka’s behaviours. But she was young and innocent and had simply decided to
stop listening. She became so infatuated with everything about the older girl,
that she had checked all warning signs in at the front door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Just like her shoes, which she kicked off after
entering. She threw her school bag down not much further and marched over to
the bathroom. She was freezing cold and a shower would definitely help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Don’t be fooled….<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">A distant voice somewhere deep in the troughs
of her mind whispered to her, but Jurina paid reason no mind, stepping into the
bath quickly after the water had filled it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Slipping into the warm water should have been a
more comforting feeling but Jurina still felt as cold as before. The
realization of just how badly she had screwed with the lives of not only her
two latest victims, but also every single girl since Yuka, was finally catching
up to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina’s gaze rose up to the ceiling above and
it reminded her of one of the last times she sat in the bath staring at the
ceiling like this…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">~O..O~<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“See,
it’s not so bad is it.” The voice was low, close to her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
suppressed a shiver and kept her eyes trained on the ceiling above for fear
that if she thought of anything pertaining to her current situation or position
instead, she might explode…or something. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">When
Yuka chuckled, the fractional movement of her chest sent a jolt of feeling up
and down Jurina’s spine and reminded the younger girl again just how close they
were in the small tub. The idea that Yuka was currently embracing her from
behind like this made her dizzy as the blood rushed to her head. Or was that
just an affect of the water’s temperature on her body?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Either
way, Jurina blushed even more and started fiddling with the suds of soap
floating aimlessly in front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“It’s
just a bath,” Yuka mocked, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything…I mean it. I’ll
just sit here, like a good girl. Wash your back, it you wash mine…” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">As
Yuka spoke, one of her submerged hands found it’s way to the side of Jurina’s
inner thigh, moving slowly against the skin – higher and higher – until it
stopped short just below the junction of the girl’s slim legs.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I’ll
behave…I promise.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The
trustful words were betrayed by every other action.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina’s
heart was pounding, breath hitched in response to both words and touch.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Yuka’s
other hand came up, a single index finger running seductively along Jurina’s
jawline from just below her ear to her chin and up to her lips, as if drawing out
a path, which she would soon claim with her own lips.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I’ll
play by the rules -- unless you ask for something…more.” Yuka whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
whimpered.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Yuka…”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">~O..O~<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Damn
Yuka.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
had found a way to completely destroy everything Jurina had thought was real.
Everything Jurina had believed was love. Yuka had managed to completely destroy
Jurina.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
should have listened to what others had been telling her for months. Stay away.
She’s like a poison.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">And
now that poison had claimed yet another victim, and was going to do it to
another. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Hirata
Rikako was her name. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
had been wondering where Yuka had run off to all day. Yuka promised to walk her
home again that day, and Jurina waited where she always did, like the “good
little girl” she was. But when Yuka still hadn’t shown up, even after Jurina
watched all her friends heading home, the freshmen began to worry that either
Yuka had forgot or she had mistaken their meeting place.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Running
through the hallways of the building looking for Yuka, Jurina stopped when
passing by one of the old classrooms that was now used as storage for
projectors and other equipment. Something didn’t feel right, but she had a
feeling that what she was looking for was in here.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Don’t be fooled….<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">A
distant voice in her mind whispered, but was dismissed it as quickly as it
came.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
paused, hearing more voices from inside. A new voice told her to run, but the
voice from before urged her on. The door opened silently enough that the people
inside didn’t notice, and Jurina could feel her heart break the moment her eyes
fell upon the sight of the two.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“…Yuka…I-I
don’t know, I’ve never…you mean here?” Jurina heard the girl say.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Yuka
was standing close, trapping the other girl between herself and the desk behind
them. The girl seemed to be protesting, albeit half-heartedly and was blushing
profusely under the scrutiny.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Yes,
you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this…about you.” Yuka moved
closer, forcing Rikako to back up onto the table. Hands on either side of the
other girl’s legs, Yuka leaned forward kissing Rikako, who didn’t even resists.
Rikako, who brought her arms up to wrap around Yuka’s shoulders and bring them
closer – deeper into their kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
broke inside. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
made to move and bumped into a nearby table, causing some equipment to fall and
make her presence known in the form of a loud clatter. She looked back up to
see both older girls looking at her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Jurina?”
Yuka said, the tone in her voice sounding as if she was trying to remember
something.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I-I’m
sorry! I came looking when you weren’t at the front gate.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">As
if remembering, Yuka actually smiled, “Crap, I forgot I was supposed to walk
you home today right?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">That
part hurt the most. Jurina expected the older girl to be a stuttering mess of
apologies and remorse, but she was acting like she had just forgotten to take
out the garbage or wash the dishes. Not anything like someone who had just been
caught making out with another girl.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“Look,
Rikako needed a hand moving a projector to the theatre room, so I offered to
help. Sorry, I got caught up in other things. You know the deal.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">This
was the same girl that Jurina had shared her body, her soul…her love with. Or
so she had thought. Jurina felt sick -- she was certainly beginning to feel
like just another pile of garbage being put on the curb for pick up. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">“I’m
sorry.” Jurina voiced barely above a whisper, her eyes cast down not able to
look at the two anymore. With that, she bolted out of the room so fast and in
such a blur of sickening emotion that she had no idea how she made it home.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
couldn’t even remember how long she had been sitting in her bathtub rocking
back and forth while remembering what had transpired at school that day. She
glanced up from the now lukewarm water to the long mirror that faced her from
where it leaned against the wall. Her eyes were puffy and reddened from crying,
and her long hair equally disheveled.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Looking
at her pitiful, gullible self in that mirror, Jurina suddenly hated her long
hair. Something about how the disorderly strands framed her face, something
about the way the tips floated about her, touching the water, it all made her
angry. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
looked over at the counter nearby where a pair of scissors lay as if waiting
for her to take them. So she obliged and took the cold metal into her hand
observing the object as if it were a saviour from her pain.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
knew she was broken.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
wouldn’t be the same as before – she couldn’t be the same as before.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina
looked back into the mirror, gathered a bunch of strands between her fingers
and cut – reveling in the satisfying sound. She watched as the now disembodied
hair floated in front of her and smiled bitterly. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
continued, cutting until her hair was long no longer. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She
grinned and looked back at the mirror. She no longer looked into the face of
Matsui Jurina the naïve freshmen that she was at the beginning of that year,
she gazed into eyes that were as fierce as a bursting star, and as cold as the
dark void of outer space that encapsulated such beauty. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">With
a wicked smile befitting of her new self, she would become that very person
that she hated the most.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Sometimes I wish I never felt, the influence of
you.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Now I feel the disconnect, like an open wound.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Where you once were there is a space, that runs
as deep as hell.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">but every morning when I wake I tell myself…<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">…don't be fooled.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina blinked, being pulled out of her
memories. There was that nagging voice again – that voice that had been in her
head for years. She felt like it was trying to make her see something that she
couldn’t quite make out beyond the sight of that damn ceiling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She shut her eyes tight, images of Yuka...of
Rikako…of Akane and Rena…of every girl she had hurt…and of her old self all
blurring together, driving her insane. Jurina opened her eyes again, but this
time instead of that ugly ceiling, she was greeted by the bright afternoon sky.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Don’t be fooled by your emptiness.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She lay there, no longer in the confines of her
bathtub, or her house. A cool but warming breeze rustled the tall grass around
her. This place felt familiar, like she had been here before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina turned on to her side, a single fluffy
white dandelion seed head had sprouted beside her. She touched it gently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">…there's so much more room for happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The voice was much clearer now. It flowed
around and through her as if it was the wind itself. It was comforting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The wind picked up and the seeds from the
dandelion dispersed in their usual fashion – riding the current freely and
carelessly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Jurina thought she felt the presence of another
person. She sat up looking about the vast field and noticed much further away,
a girl running, as if set free from the burdens caused by others in her life.
Free like the white dandelion seeds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Run? …was Jurina supposed to do the same thing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">No. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The warmth from the setting sun was enough.
That alone made her heart overflow with joy and for the first time in a long
time, she smiled. A smile not filled with bitterness, hatred, regret or malice
-- a truly pure smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Don’t be fooled by your emptiness. There’s so
much more room for happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The words finally made sense to her. Jurina had
let that feeling of emptiness consume her for too long. She had let it
completely encompass her, and eat away any shred of self-worth from her being. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She closed her eyes again and breathed deeply,
letting the sun and the wind take away all that hurt and replace it with
goodness. When she opened her eyes again, her world didn’t seem bleak anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">When she opened her eyes again, she was back in
the current moment. Jurina made her way from the bath to her room, where she
dressed, eager to see the sun again. She passed by the mirror on her dresser,
and through her reflection, saw Yuka again. Yuka was staring at her with that
sly smile on her face…the one that had possessed her for so long. The one she
had adopted as her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">But this time Jurina was able to see past it
and Yuka wouldn’t get the better of her. She picked up a headband that had been
discarded there some time before – back when her hair was longer – and placed
it in her hair. It held back the strands of hair that usually framed her face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Yuka’s reflected face suddenly became confused,
not understanding Jurina’s actions. But then she was gone, and Jurina was left
looking at her new – or perhaps her long forgotten – old self in the
reflection. She smiled a pure smile again before making her way down the
hallway to the door. With a steady breath, she opened the door and the hallway
was instantly flooded with the brightness of the setting sun. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">The voice in her head had been right. There was
<i>so</i> much more room for happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">And this time, Jurina welcomed it. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/06/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html" style="color: #ad891f; text-decoration: none;">~ Part II (11-20) ~</a><br />~ Part III (21-30) ~</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">21.) CHANGE | ISHIDA ANNA</span><br />
<b>138 words | drabble</b><br />
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Another day, another handshake event.<br />
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Most of the girls who were on break had been lounging around the backstage area, waiting for their blocks. Looking at the time, Ishida Anna decided that it was time she should change into her outfit for the day.<br />
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She stood up from the table and stretched before cheerily stating, “I’m going to change!” to no one in particular. Oya Masana, whom had been reading a magazine slowly peeked above the page, and watched as Anna headed over to the changing area – not realizing that she was watching a little <i>too</i> close.<br />
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Instincts immediately kicking in after the young girl disappeared from sight, Masana casually stood up as well, following her lolicon urges.<br />
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“Masana. Where are you going?” Kinoshita Yukiko said, giving her a questioning glance. “Your block isn’t until after lunch.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">22.) INVITATION | UCHIYAMA MIKOTO</span><br />
<b>230 words | drabble</b><br />
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The brightness from the constantly illuminating lights captivated the two as they sat in silence – even with the illumination and the large crowd, the space was still somehow dark and intimate. One could easily become lost in their own world.<br />
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“Thanks for inviting me out here, I’ve been wanting to come to Nabana no Sato, but never found anyone to go with.” Imade Mai said quietly as the lights slowly faded from yellow to dark blue. Uchiyama Mikoto smiled, “Well what kind of oshimen would I be if I let you go without taking you out on a date first?” She put an arm around the other girl as she spoke.<br />
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Mai blushed at the prospect of being this close to her favourite person in the entire group – the situation was so surreal to her. She laughed, “Is that so?”<br />
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“I mean it.” Mikoto’s voice held a hint of remorse. Mai was graduating in a few days and Mikoto was starting to realize she had taken a lot of opportunities to spend time with her for granted.<br />
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Mai sighed, not really caring about any of that. All that mattered to her was that they were here, now. “Mikotti, I totally understand. It’s fine—“<br />
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And then all of a sudden, Mikoto was kissing her and any of Mai’s coherent thoughts completely disappeared as the light faded into a brilliant red.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">23.) PICKING | MATSUI RENA</span><br />
<b>181 words | drabble</b><br />
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The sound of the large studio camera’s flash was a constant reminder that the two weren’t alone. And although the conscious thought of being in the middle of a magazine photo-shoot usually made her nervous, today, Matsui Rena was far from it – she was feeling bold.<br />
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Usually, it was the other way around when she was shooting with Matsui Jurina. The younger girl was usually the more open one. Whether it was just the time of day or the theme Rena didn’t know, but whatever it was, Rena knew she wanted to be the dominant one that day.<br />
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A quick position change and Rena found herself on top of the other girl. Jurina giggled softly at Rena’s straightforwardness as she held up another white cherry. When Rena grabbed for it, the other girl moved it out of reach and placed the stem between her teeth.<br />
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With only a moment’s pause, Rena leaned forward – she’d give in to Jurina’s game. If anyone asked her later what had gotten into her, Rena would just say she was indulging in some innocent “cherry picking”.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">24.) VAN | KUWABARA MIZUKI</span><br />
<b>220 words | drabble</b><br />
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Aside from the steady murmur of low voices, the transport van was otherwise quiet – a relaxing calm overtaking the passengers. And the girls had a reason to be as such.<br />
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Team S had just finished their final show for the day and it was rare that both Jurina and Rena were able to perform – with no other absences either. There was just something so perfect when the whole team was present on stage – their synergy was complete. So they had performed their hearts out and given the audience their all.<br />
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That’s why the van was in such a post-kouen bliss.<br />
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Kuwabara Mizuki had found herself seated next to Kato Rumi, whom had fallen asleep while using her DS. Suddenly, Rumi shifted in such a way that her head came to rest on Mizuki’s shoulder and Mizuki was too lazy to move it back. Instead, she took the game from Rumi’s hands and started playing. If she messed something up, she blame it on Masana – yeah, that would work.<br />
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As time passed, Rumi slowly shifted in a way where she kept moving lower and lower until her head was awkwardly resting in Mizuki’s lap. Just then, Nakanishi Yuka turned around in the seat in front of them, about ask Mizuki a question but just gave the other girl an odd look.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">25.) STIMULATION | DEGUCHI AKI</span><br />
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Deguchi Aki always found dance lessons stimulating. But not in the sense that she herself liked the physical labor – she was more fond of vocal practice – but more for the fact that she just liked watching her fellow teammates exert such energy and passion into their practice. Stealing glances when in the back or during the warm-up stretching, Aki’s hentai senses were keen and she was always looking for an opportunity to “help her teammates out”.<br />
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This is why she always made a beeline for Suda Akari.
Akari was her favourite, a pristine specimen – her flexibility was second to none in all of SKE.<br />
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Aki was currently leaning over Akari, her knees touching the other girl’s lower back while her hands rested on Akari’s torso for balance. Akari was sitting on the floor, straddled and reaching her arms forward as far as possible in a perfectly executed straddle stretch. With Akari’s flexibility, Aki was practically unneeded. But Aki had insisted on lending a hand, or two.<br />
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“Sorry Aki-san. I probably make helping me so boring.” Akari apologized as she was reaching out further.<br />
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Aki shook her head, her hands shifting upwards innocently…feeling out Akari’s taut back muscles and bone. “No, it’s ok…really.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">26.) MEMORY/JOURNAL | TAKEUCHI MAI</span><br />
<b>160 words | drabble</b><br />
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A much as Takeuchi Mai remembered, she and Takagi Yumana had a lot in common.<br />
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They were both members of SKE48’s Team E and 4th generation members. They were the same height, both born in August of 1993 and they both had A-type blood. Mai had always felt close to Yumana – they would hang out together as much as possible outside of work.<br />
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But above all of that, the one thing that Mai was sure of was that her feelings towards her close friend had rapidly become more and more obvious. A long time ago she had begun to feel that unmistakable feeling which could only be summed up with one word…<br />
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“…Love.<br />
I think I love Yumana.”<br />
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Mai stopped and read over what she had just written in her journal – a wave of embarrassment sweeping over her. She glanced across to the other end of her couch just as a very sleepy Yumana shifted into a more comfortable position.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">27.) MOAN | TAKADA SHIORI</span><br />
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“Hey Shiitan, if you’re not too busy, could you do me a favour? I need a brush that I left in the other room.” Hirata Rikako asked from the other side of the dressing room where she was busy getting her hair ready for the night’s show.<br />
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Takada Shiori looked up from her phone with her usual smile, “Sure thing Captain.” And she causally made her way to the smaller, brown-painted makeup room.<br />
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Walking into the room, Shiitan heard a noise that could only be described as a moan. Thinking nothing of it, she rounded the corner only to find Matsui Rena practically sprawled out, atop a seated Matsui Jurina while grabbing for something that the younger girl was holding out of her reach. Rena was whining about Jurina unjustly taking her last piece of melonpan, and the later was just grinning like an idiot. Shiori had forgotten how interesting it was when both Matsui’s were around for a kouen.<br />
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She smiled and paid the two no mind as she walked past them to the counter to get Rikako’s brush – she’d have plenty of time to embarrass them during today’s MCs.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">28.) FACING | OYA MASANA</span><br />
<b>343 words | drabble</b><br />
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Oya Masana had somehow gotten stuck in the Sunshine Sakae Ferris wheel with Furukawa Airi. Well, less stuck and more that they both had some free time and both happened to be in the same place at the same time.<br />
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The ride was initially relaxing, neither saying anything until Masana looked up and found Airi starring at her with a serious expression, hands folded neatly underneath her chin. “Huh?..what?” Masana asked, confused.<br />
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“Masana…I brought you in here because we need to have a serious talk.”<br />
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“Hmm?”<br />
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“You know, hentai to hentai.” Airi responded casually.<br />
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Masana waved her hands innocently in front of her, “I’m NOT hentai!”<br />
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Airi sighed, “Not in the general sense, no. But Masana, you need to come to terms with the fact that you ARE lolicon.” She held her hand up just as Masana was about to protest. “You’re in denial. But trust me, if you’re able to accept it…that alone will set you free.”<br />
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Masana fidgeted uneasily and Airi knew she had the other girl on the ropes. “And it’s 100% ok to be lolicon! I used to be just like you. Well, I never denied my hentai side but…I was once going down the lolicon path.” Airi stated matter-of-factly, and by this point the other girl was just quiet, looking down at her hands folded in her lap.<br />
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Airi continued, “Do you know why I tend to steer clear of the young-ins like Anna or Jurina or…heaven forbid, any of the 5th gen kids? Cause I know how easily I fall into the trap.” She sounded reflective of a previous experience. “So I realized, for myself, that path is too dangerous – but for you Masana, it’s a chance. An opportunity that you just can’t pass up! I think you’d do well to embrace that side of you.”<br />
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Just when Airi finished, the Ferris wheel stopped as it came back full-circle – but when Airi was getting up to leave, Masana grabbed her wrist and looked up at the other girl with tears forming in her eyes.<br />
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“Thank you, Airi.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">29.) POTENTIAL | KINOSHITA YUKIKO</span><br />
<b>130 words | drabble</b><br />
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Kinoshita Yukiko stood under the close scrutiny of the other girl.<br />
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Takada Shiori sat on Yukiko’s bed, looking over the clothes that the other girl had picked out and was wearing.<br />
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“Well?” Yukiko asked in an unusually timid voice. In return, Shiori nodded and uncrossed her legs, standing up. Yukiko had potential.<br />
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“It’s very good. But I’d add one more thing…” Shiori headed over to the dresser and rummaged through Yukiko’s things until she found a particular necklace. She returned to the mirror and told Yukiko to turn around. Shiori leaned close, placing the necklace on Yukiko’s neck – and Yukiko felt heat rising in her cheeks, as Shiori’s hands seemed to linger ever so slightly against her skin.<br />
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“There, perfect.” Shiori said with a smile, “Welcome to the fashion committee.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">30.) COMPLETENESS | MATSUI RENA</span><br />
<b>159 words | drabble</b><br />
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Sitting in her seat atop the stage, listening as Matsui Jurina finished up her speech – Matsui Rena felt certain completeness.<br />
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Certain completeness in the fact that some had overcome the mental and physical hardships of the year, while others were finally able to enjoy the feelings of years of hard work paying off. There was completeness in the fact that the Under Girls were completely dominated by fellow group members – and completeness that not even a 64 person cap-off could stop Nakanishi Yuka from squeezing in there and getting 63rd. Also, certain completeness that Matsui Jurina had been so well received by Team K fans just a few weeks prior. It gave her hope that SKE48 could attract once non-believers and continue to grow.<br />
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And although Rena felt a sharp pang of hurt from not being able to top her personal best of 10th rank this year, she certainly felt a certain completeness, fullness, and hopefulness for SKE48’s future.
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~oOo~</div>Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-84471562677434646872012-06-20T01:02:00.000-03:002012-09-10T15:12:15.464-03:00Fanfic: 100 SKE48 random word drabble challenge (11-20)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Round two!</span> -- a nice mix of completely random and sweet ones this round...<br />
<b>This round's pairings/interactions:</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Mizuki (x Tomoka), Kanako (x GoRiho combi), Kanon (x Mei), Yuka (x Rikako/Mizuki), Emiri (x Airi), Makiko (x Seira), Sawako (x ---), Yuria (x Kumi), WMatsui, Aki (x Kanako)</span><br />
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~ Part II (11-20) ~<br />
<a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/07/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html">~ Part III (21-30) ~</a></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">11.) VOTE | KUWABARA MIZUKI</span><br />
<b>261 words | drabble</b><br />
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Jurina was first to raise her hand, “Churi!” She yelled enthusiastically.
Rena gave the other girl a blank stare, “Jurina, you know we couldn’t have their leader. I’d say Airi.”<br />
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Jurina scoffed. “But you said ‘anybody’…and just look at your choice! We’ve already reached our hentai quota!” She pointed accusingly at Deguchi Aki.<br />
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“Now, now, now. You can never have too many of us,” Aki gave voice of reason, “and that’s why I think Ogi-mama would be great.”<br />
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Nakanishi Yuka shook her head, “You all know my vote goes to Ririna. She’s so cute—“<br />
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“I’d love Anna.”<br />
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All the girls looked at Oya Masana who just smiled back, seemingly unaware that her loli-bias was showing. Masana sighed before turning to the uncharacteristically quiet Kuwabara Mizuki.<br />
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Mizuki had only been half-listening to the other Team S members’ responses since the question was brought up in their discussion – the question being, ‘If you could choose anybody, whom from Team KII would you want in Team S?’
Mizuki had been pondering her own answer. She didn’t need to contemplate it too much though – her choice was clear in her mind. There was one KII member whom – although she would never let it show – made Mizuki even more nervous and giddy with joy than the person herself whenever Mizuki was around. One member that Mizuki really appreciated and made her feel that much better about her daily efforts.<br />
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Finally snapping out of her thoughts when Masana asked her again, Mizuki responded – hoping that the heat rising in her cheeks wasn’t visible, “Oh…Tomonyan of course.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">12.) STUMBLE | HIRAMATSU KANAKO</span><br />
<b>293 words | drabble</b><br />
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It had been a night during the filming of an episode of SJo – it was the night that Hiramatsu Kanako had stumbled in on a sight she would not soon forget.<br />
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The group was on a short break from shooting, and after drinking a little too much tea, Kanako had to use the “little girls’ room”. So she made a bee-line towards the holy grail that seemed unnecessarily far away from the filming stage.<br />
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Having finally reached her destination, Kanako was about to barge in when a inner-sense made her stop – just as she opened the door a crack, she heard voices from inside.<br />
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Now, this should have been a normal thing, right? Other girls talk in the bathroom all the time. But for some reason, Kanako couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something suspicious going on.<br />
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She eased into the room quietly closing the door behind her and when she peered around the corner, that’s when she saw them – Goto Risako and her partner in crime, Abiru Riho. The former was trapped in the tight space between the latter and the sink counter. The taller girl leaned forward, whispering something into Risako’s ear; something that Kanako couldn’t quite make out.<br />
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Well whatever Riho had said to Risako, it had made the smaller girl blush and reach out with one hand to play with a stray strand of Riho’s hair that had fallen between them. A few silent seconds later, Risako surprisingly took the initiative and slowly leaned forward, kissing the other girl and then---<br />
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Kanako’s mind didn’t have time to register what was going to happen next, as her feet decided it was high-time to get out of there as fast as possible.<br />
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She’d use the bathroom during the next break.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">13.) EIGHT | KIMOTO KANON</span><br />
<b>213 words | drabble</b><br />
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Eight.<br />
Eight times.<br />
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Kimoto Kanon had counted a total of eight times that fellow teammate, Sakai Mei, mentioned Matsui Jurina in the span of five minutes.<br />
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That sunny afternoon, Kanon had invited Mei over to her house to hang out and every time they started a conversation, Mei would somehow end up relating it to their senpai.<br />
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The next time Mei did it, Kanon sat up from her bed with an exasperated sigh and crossed her arms in front of her chest.<br />
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“Hey, what’s wrong?” Mei asked as she noticed Kanon’s movement. She sat up as well, and put a concerned hand on Kanon’s shoulder.<br />
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Kanon blushed at the realization that she was letting her frustrations show – the whole situation was horribly embarrassing for her.<br />
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What was wrong?<br />
Well, simply put…Kanon was jealous.<br />
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She was jealous of the fact that Mei always talked so much and so passionately about Jurina. She was jealous that she wasn’t anywhere as near the centre of Mei’s thoughts as Mei was of her own.<br />
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“…Non-chan?”<br />
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“I-I really like you Mei!” Kanon blurted out and immediately regretted voicing her feelings as she watched the other girl giggle.<br />
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“Kanon.” Mei leaned close and gave her a small kiss before finding Kanon’s hand with hers. “I really like you too.”
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”Yuka, what are you doing?” Hirata Rikako asked as she passed by the other girl in the hallway of the Sunshine Sakae theatre.<br />
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Nakanishi Yuka was down on one knee, untangling a large amount of rope. “Oh! Rika-chan…you can help me. This rope has been sitting here all day, so I thought I’d should clean it up but…”<br />
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Rikako just nodded and held out her arms – understanding that Yuka needed an extra hand, or two. Yuka smiled and began wrapping the cord loosely around Rika’s outstretched arms; a few minutes later, Rikako was holding onto a large, neatly wrapped, bundle of rope.<br />
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Just as Yuka was almost finished, Kuwabara Mizuki strode by and stopped, taking note of the two, “What’s going on here? Yuka’s on with that bondage stuff again?”<br />
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“Eh?!“ Rikako looked confused and Yuka turned a bright shade of red as she went to swat Mizuki on the head, only to miss as the latter dodged in time. The delinquent laughed, “It’s true! Yuka has a natural talent for that kind of thing. Last time, she had me nicely wrapped up in…plastic wra—“<br />
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Mizuki had been planning on finishing her sentence, but her conscience suddenly told her that some things were probably best left unsaid. That is, if one could describe a their conscience as Nakanishi Yuka’s hand clamped tightly over one’s mouth.
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Kobayashi Emiri had only intended to make a quick ameba blog post before the kouen started. But no sooner then Airi had left for the bathroom – offering a hasty, “sure” in response to Emiri’s request to use her laptop as she did so – did Emiri come across something that Airi had probably not intended for anyone to see.<br />
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It only took one click; albeit a very accidental one.<br />
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While minimizing Airi’s drawing program, Emiri had accidentally clicked a folder on the desktop. A folder who’s content seemed to house a few interesting self-works of other members…namely Matsui Rena.<br />
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Emiri sat there, staring at the screen as she felt her cheeks heat up. As if instinct finally kicked in, Airi came running back into the room at full speed.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">16.) BLOW | SAITO MAKIKO</span><br />
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“Again!” Saito Makiko managed to say between fits of laughter, “Blow again. Look, they haven’t gone out yet!”<br />
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A very frustrated Sato Seira blew again, only to have the stubborn things light on fire once again. Why on earth Makiko you think it was a good idea to light a birthday cake with sparklers…Seira would never know.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">17.) OUTRAGE/SWEARING | HATA SAWAKO</span><br />
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Hata Sawako had her secrets, the group knew that – but one thing her fellow teammates had not anticipated, was the reaction Sawako displayed as a result of stubbing her toe on a particularly sharp edge of the theatre stage.<br />
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After a multitude of obscenities were uttered, everyone including the dance instructor froze in place; all quiet as Sawako, the ballerina, recovered while gracefully hopping on one foot. <br />
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After the pain had subsided, she looked up finally noticing everyone practically gawking at her. There was another silent pause before Sawako instantly reverted back to the more predicable incredibly embarrassed, bowing and apologizing mess that she always reverted to after acting out of character.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">18.) THINKING | KIZAKI YURIA</span><br />
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“Hey Kumi...” Kizaki Yuria looked up at the other girl from where her head rested in Yagami Kumi’s lap.<br />
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Team S had just finished a rehearsal and the “baka combi” decided to claim an empty hallway couch to better ponder the complex mysteries of life – also known as, lounging around doing nothing in particular.<br />
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“What?” Kumi eventually responded, not bothering to look away from her phone.<br />
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“I was just thinking—“<br />
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“That’s a first.” Kumi cut in, to which she received a hard slap on the arm in return. Kumi just giggled, “No seriously, what were you thinking about exactly.”<br />
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Yuria blinked at the ceiling for a few seconds before responding,<br />
“I forgot.”
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Matsui Jurina was avoiding going to sleep. Her teammate, Matsui Rena, could always tell when Jurina was stressed.<br />
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Rena peered from behind the magazine she was reading as Jurina emptied her suitcase for the third time that night – obviously looking for something and not finding it yet again.<br />
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Jurina sighed and eventually crawled over to her bed. Looking quite miserable, Rena noted.<br />
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“Jurina, what’s the matter?” Rena asked just as another steady rumbling of thunder came from outside; the rain growing stronger. “Is it the storm?”<br />
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The younger girl managed a smile, not realizing that she might have been bothering Rena with her uneasy pacing, “No. It’s…nothing. I’m fine.” She turned and turned off her night table lamp before climbing under her covers.<br />
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Rena was just about to ask Jurina where her “brown mama” was, when the realization hit her that the girl had probably forgot to pack it and that was the cause of her restlessness. Rena knew from experience, that Jurina had a hard time sleeping without it.<br />
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“If it will help…” Rena started and waited until Jurina turned to her again, “…you can sleep with me. I don’t mind.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">20.) FILLING | DEGUCHI AKI</span><br />
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“Akichaaaaaan!”<br />
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“Yeeeeesss?” Deguchi Aki responded from the other side of the room when Hiramatsu Kanako called for her. After more beckoning, Aki finally made her way over to where the rest of the group were standing around a table, nearly attacking a box of doughnuts the staff had brought.<br />
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Aki hugged Kanako from behind when she reached the table, and Kanako held up the doughnut she was eating. “Try this one, the filling is really tasty!”<br />
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With a small grin, Aki leaned forward and tentatively licked the corner of Kanako’s mouth where a trace amount of filling had remained.<br />
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“Akichan!” Kanako blushed and all the others just stared in surprise.<br />
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Aki nodded matter-of-factly, “You’re right. It’s good.”
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<a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/07/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html">~ Part III (21-30) ~</a></div>
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~oOo~</div>Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-78810614668569864552012-05-28T00:02:00.000-03:002012-07-18T12:46:17.975-03:00Fanfic: 100 SKE48 random word drabble challenge (1-10)I randomly choose a word (using a nifty online generator) and member (using a nifty hat and pieces of paper with member names on them).<br />
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And from that I write a drabble. An un-beta'd, un genre'd drabble.<br />
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Like mentioned, the member is chosen at random -- UNLESS the word chosen goes perfectly with a particular member and I can't resist. I'll try not to let that happen too often, and I'll let you know if I do any way.<br />
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So, I'm challenging myself to write 100 of these.<br />
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~ Part I (1-10) ~<br />
<a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/06/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html" style="color: #ad891f; text-decoration: none;">~ Part II (11-20) ~</a><br /><a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/07/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html#more" style="color: #ad891f; text-decoration: none;">~ Part III (21-30) ~</a></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1.) ANGER | WAKABAYASHI TOMOKA</span><br />
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In one word, Wakabayashi Tomoka would have labeled it ‘hatred’ – the emotion she was feeling the moment her eyes fell upon the sight during her break at the first handshake event of the day.<br />
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Tomoka knew she had no right to use such harsh words towards her senpai, but it was pretty darn inevitable at this point. To put it simply, what else was Tomoka supposed to feel while watching Kato Rumi being teased so intimately by Kuwabara Mizuki – Tomoka’s horribly one-sided love.
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She bit her lip while pretending not to pay the two any mind, and whispered under her breath, “I hate Kato Rumi”.
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Yagami Kumi exhaled with a shaky breath – the annoyance in the director’s voice had been steadily rising for the past few takes and was even more evident now.<br />
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“Let’s try that again. Kumi-chan, this time use more assertion…remember, you’re the one instigating this.” The director added.
Kumi nodded and looked forward into the eyes of Kimoto Kanon, who – despite the rather embarrassing situation – smiled at her reassuringly.<br />
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“It’s okay. You can do it.” Kanon whispered before giving Kumi’s hand a light squeeze.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">3.) GIANT | FURUKAWA AIRI</span></div>
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It was MC time again at Team KII’s last show for the day and the current discussion had been quite random.<br />
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When it came to Furukawa Airi’s turn, somehow, the topic had randomly changed to “what kind of plot a Gugutasu-chan comic would have”.<br />
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Put on the spot, Airi had to think quickly.<br />
“Uh…of course it would be a story like…Gugutasu-chan versus the mighty…” she glanced around the stage for a victim and easily spotted Iguchi Shiori, whom was standing in for Abiru Riho that night.<br />
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“…versus the mighty TV Tower! The solemn giant of few words—“<br />
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“Hey!” Shiori yelled from the other side of the stage while the crowd laughed along with the other members.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">4.) FED | KANEKO SHIORI</span></div>
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Matsumura Kaori was probably one of the best parts of the SKE-house, or at least Kaneko Shiori thought so.<br />
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She was always there to talk to whenever Shiori had something on her mind. She kept things lively with her ‘Ichi Komeda’ show that either Deguchi Aki or herself would often sit in on, and she always kept everyone fed.<br />
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Kaori was always in the kitchen making various things…or more specific to Shiori and Aki’s favourites, banana juice and hayashi rice.<br />
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Indeed Kaori was always cooking – much like this evening.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">5.) INSPECTION | MUKAIDA MANATSU</span></div>
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“You know Maachan, if someone were to walk in on us right now…they might question the situation.” Yakata Miki observed from her standing position in front of the other girl whom was on her knees.
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Mukaida Manatsu grunted with effort, ignoring Miki’s statement and continuing her close inspection. Receiving no further response, Miki decided on another tactic to get a rouse out of the other girl. “You look really sexy with those glasses on.” Miki said so matter-of-factly that when their eyes met, Manatsu was sent into a lovely fit of blushing, which Miki actually did find quite a beautiful look on her.<br />
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“Miki, shut up.” Manatsu muttered, still blushing – and with one last tug, she was able to finally release the front zipper of Miki’s jeans which had gotten stuck.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">6.) STATEMENT | KATO RUMI</span></div>
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Rumi stood in front of the mirror for what seemed like hours, trying on just about everything in her closet.<br />
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She finally settled on a particularly loose-fitting white blouse that showed off her slim shoulders nicely – and matched that with a particularly tight-fitting pair of black jeans and knee-high boots.<br />
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Today Rumi and Kuwabara Mizuki were going on a date – except the latter was oblivious to that fact and thought it was a mere “shopping trip”. Today would be the day that Rumi would finally get Mizuki’s attention; today would be the day that Mizuki saw Rumi in a new light – more like an adult and less like the child that she was always being treated as.<br />
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“Planning on meeting someone new today?” Suda Akari, who had been watching quietly from the door of Rumi’s room, finally asked.<br />
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Rumi smiled, and looked herself over in the mirror, “No. Just making a statement.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">7.) FREEZE | YAMASHITA YUKARI</span></div>
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Yamashita Yukari was in a frivolous mood just after the day’s final theatre show, and it was well known that when she was in such a mood, Yukari would usually partake in exceedingly annoying acts of mischievous.<br />
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Yukari had recently made a habit out of hijacking other members’ mobile phones and posting on their Google+ accounts. Her most reliable victim had always been Kimoto Kanon, but today, Yukari was going to add a new name to the list.<br />
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Takagi Yumana briskly walked into the dressing room, frantically upturning just about everything in it. After a few minutes of this, Takeuchi Mai looked up from the paper she was reading and glanced at the panicking girl, “What is it this time?”<br />
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“My phone. I can’t find my phone.”<br />
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“Well wherever your phone is, you just posted on Gugugtasu” Kanon, who had caught Yumana’s last sentence just as she walked into the room, added.<br />
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The three girls simultaneously paused and looked at Yukari as she was attempting to sneak out of the room and all shouted, “Freeze!”
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“Sorry Juri, I have an interview” and with that, she left the younger girl sitting there alone, looking like a sad little puppy. Undoubtedly, Takayanagi Akane and Matsui Jurina were close – and so when Jurina had returned back to the hotel room in such a lovey-dovey mood, it had broke Churi’s heart to have to tell Jurina that she had to leave just as soon. She would have definitely stayed if she could.<br />
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Akane shook the thoughts from her head. Focus, she had to focus.
But she supposed it didn’t help that the interviewer was currently grilling her with questions about the secrets behind the “ChuriJuri” duo.
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With a sigh, Akane explained, “To tell you the truth, Jurina and I are very close. I’ll often let her cling to me and she’ll let me do the same in return. I don’t think I could ever reject her…and I feel bad being here right now, because I had to abandon her earlier just for this interrogation.” Akane’s hand clamped over her mouth, but the words had already escaped.<br />
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The interviewer grinned giddily, “Well you don’t need to worry too much longer. I think we’re done for today.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">9.) BELIEVER | MATSUI JURINA</span></div>
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“Ok, this time. This time for sure!”<br />
Matsui Jurina was a believer – in many things.<br />
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A believer in her group, self-determination, becoming Matsui Rena’s number one…and a believer that her list would one day be complete. Today she believed that she would be one step closer to that goal.
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Kaneko Shiori was unaware.<br />
Unaware that there was a hunt underway and that she was the main target of said hunt. Jurina had come out of nowhere, sliding casually into the seat beside her and catching the other girl off-guard.<br />
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Shirori raised her hands and shook her head slightly, but Jurina’s resolve was strong and unwavering. In one continuous movement, Jurina leaned forward, kissed Shiori on the cheek and disappeared just as quickly, skipping off like she had accomplished something pivotal to some important research project.
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In a way, she had. Pulling a folded piece of paper out of her pocket, Jurina added Shiori to her “SKE48 Members I Have Kissed” list.<br />
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Now, there were only three to go.
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The two sat in silence as they awaited the return of Matsumura Kaori from the bathroom.<br />
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They were about to film another episode of “Ichi Komeda” and Deguchi Aki had fallen into the intrigue of surfing the internet on one’s phone, whilst Kaneko Shirori had fallen into the mysteries of her own thoughts.<br />
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“Hey Akisun…” Shiori murmured.<br />
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“What?”<br />
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“Is it possible for us to…charge another SKE member for assault?”<br />
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Aki looked up from her phone, a look of fear on her face as images of her very own acts against other members suddenly flashed through her mind.<br />
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The two were silent for a few moments before Aki responded, “…I hope not.”
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<a href="http://octo-garden.blogspot.ca/2012/06/fanfic-100-ske48-random-word-drabble.html#more">~ Part II (11-20) ~</a></div>
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~oOo~</div>Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-75009435606817191882012-02-09T23:36:00.003-04:002012-02-09T23:57:48.474-04:00I can sense it now! SKE48 Mousou DekaAh! Mowatto kita! -- I can sense it now!<br />
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The awesome that is SKE48's Mousou Deka.<br />
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For those who don’t know, Mousou Deka is a 12 episode
serialized drama, starring SKE48, that aired from January 2011 to March.
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Although I've watched this drama a while back...today, I just thought I would share with you all the reasons why I think this series is a great little hidden gem that SKE48 can stash neatly under their belt. <br />
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Interested? Well let's get going then!
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Set in an old century-ish mansion, located solitary on an
island, this drama takes on a sort of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWUl7uIDbMg" target="_blank">'Clue'</a> type of theme.<br />
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The story starts off by following famed singer, Matsui Rena, who has been invited to be a judge in a cosply contest being held at the large mansion.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rena is welcomed by the snazziest dressed wota ever :P</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mansion looms...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That neck! One of Rena's many drool-worthy features. @__@</td></tr>
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After several close-ups of that glorious neck and Rena <b>looking all <a href="http://www.google.ca/search?client=opera&rls=en&q=doe-eyed&sourceid=opera&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&channel=suggest#hl=en&client=opera&hs=hsN&rls=en&channel=suggest&q=doe+eyed&tbs=dfn:1&tbo=u&sa=X&ei=LJM0T5uzJYe2tweYmu26Ag&ved=0CCkQkQ4&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&fp=ed85192eebc0cf97&biw=1651&bih=903" target="_blank">doe-eyed</a></b> n' pretty in that fluffy white coat, there is a happening -- a scream from downstairs! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oya Masana comes downstairs to find...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...the owner, dead!</td></tr>
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Yes, the owner of the house, Kuwabara Mizuki, is found murdered in the living room a few hours before the contest was scheduled to commence. Awww, crap.<br />
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Mild panic ensues until....<br />
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...out of nowhere comes a man wearing a simple yukata, claiming to be an undercover cop, and immediately tells all the patrons not to leave -- as they are now suspects for the crime. Dun dun dun!<br />
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Now, this is where the series really starts to gain it's charm. Not too long after <i>Mr. Undercover cop</i> comes busting in from upstairs, out of an even more mysterious nowhere appears the best character in the series! (insert my extreme bias here)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Too much wind"? -- I say, NEVER!</td></tr>
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Yes indeed, the "Mousou Deka" herself makes her grand entrance and although admitting that she snuck into the event just to fangirl over her favourite idol (Rena), she also <i>just happens to be</i> a special super cop that can solve cases simply using her "mousou" (basically, her delusions/made up stories).<br />
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Hold on! Gotta take a break to fangirl over Rena...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She'll never wash her hands again....an awkward moment that all wota can relate to.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uhh....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...yeah...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They're totally not buying the whole "cop" thing. LOL!</td></tr>
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So, every time our lovely Mousou Deka suspects a particular patron, she enters a mode where she mentally depicts how the owner, Mizuki, got killed by them. With each case, Jurina's stories keep becoming more and more improbable...and if you ask me, funnier and funnier!<br />
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Simply put, this drama is hilarious!<br />
Each scenario is pretty off-the-wall and allows us to see the SKE48 girls in ridiculous situations.<br />
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But the thing about this drama that's even more amazing is how it goes from a crazed "Clue"-esque story and transforms into a complexly heartfelt love story about a girl who associates herself as a male, falls into a forbidden love with the family's female servant, and is not accepted by her mother. A complete 180 degree turn on the comedy of this drama!<br />
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Judging by SKE48's most recent single, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THnJfcaKquk&ob=av2e" target="_blank">Kataomoi Finally</a> (as well as some previous releases from SKE's Akagumi), the group seems to be really good at depicting such serious and often taboo issues -- and I was pleasantly surprised that this drama took the spin that it did.<br />
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Also, assuming that this drama didn't have a particularly huge budget, I think the production crew did an AMAZING job on the filming quality. Skillfully using specific color pallets for the lenses as well as the girls, finding creative uses for simple settings...as well as the girls being all so photogenic, I want to give claps to everyone that worked on this. It really made this drama stand out and mesh with the story/theme very well.<br />
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Heck, why am I even still talking?! I should just let the following barrage of images do that for me!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The best shounen-ai implicated shoujou-ai in disguise I've ever witnessed!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matsui Leo -- what is this I don't even-- XD</td></tr>
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Phew! That was fun huh?<br />
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I closing....<span style="font-size: x-large;">SKE48 needs another drama. Like right now</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">!</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">:l</span><br />
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If you haven't seen this series yet then A.) What the heck is wrong with you?! & B.) I hope I have been able to be the voice of reason to get you interested enough to watch it. You definitely won't regret it! :3<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">つづく</span></div>Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-58815674837509788002012-01-21T15:12:00.000-04:002013-10-02T10:58:42.192-03:00Matsui Jurina, let me count the ways in which I love thee...This article is something I've been meaning to write for a while now, but I only just now got time to complete it.
Prepare yourselves, I'm gonna take the moment to obsess about my oshi for a minute here. Excuse me if I start to fangirl, or if it sounds weird/creepy at some points. I just appreciate my oshi that much. ^__^
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<span style="font-size: large;">I</span>f I had to describe my kami-oshi in 1 word, I would have to say, <i>Inspirational</i>. <b>100% Inspirational</b>.<br />
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I was first <i>truly</i> introduced to the 48 family via SKE48. I say 'truly', as I have known about AKB48 since their beginnings, but never really took the time to follow the 48 family seriously until recently.<br />
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As I spent the following weeks getting acquainted with the many mysterious wonders of the 48 world, and SKE48 itself…I quickly came to realize, that Matsui Jurina was becoming my favourite.<br />
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At first, I was a little surprised. I noticed that she was pretty much one of the front-girls of the group and this would be the first time in my idol-supporting history (since 2001), that I gravitated towards a "front-girl". I usually tend to naturally fall for the much, <i>much</i> less popular girls -- definitely not just because they are in the back, but because their personalities are usually the ones that stand out to me and make me laugh the most. Supporting such under girls is filled with lots of fun, but can always be little disappointing not getting to see them featured as much as others <span style="font-size: x-small;">(even though, all that really matters is that you keep on supporting them nonetheless and that they feel your support *nods*)</span>.<br />
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After getting over that initial, "this is different for me" feeling, I started trying to figure out exactly why I found Jurina so intriguing -- while learning more about the group through interviews, tv programming clips, song listens, stage watches and browsing pictures.<br />
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As time went on, I even doubted myself a bit -- wondering if Jurina rising to the top of my list was just an initial phase of……"fangirling" or something. I've seen a lot of fans saying that they were initially fans of one girl, but switched after some time. For relevant example, a lot of people said they use to like Jurina more and then moved over to Matsui Rena after some time.<br />
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I considered this. I actually considered if this was true for me as well.
I thought, "Yeah, maybe I like this member more…." or "Maybe it's just top level <i>'I think she's really cute'</i> love". But with every passing day, I kept coming to the same conclusion: This girl is something special. Something refreshing….uplifting.<br />
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As with most others, I was surprised how young she was! Even at age 11 she looked and acted so much more mature.
"Kid CAN'T be that young!" I <span style="font-size: x-small;">(as many others)</span> kept saying. But after watching many clips and such, I realized that the childlike innocence and straightforwardness is still very much present in her.
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That's part of how she inspires me.<br />
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Never before had I seen a young girl, in the idol world, as determined to reaching her dreams as Jurina. She is 100% (and beyond) dedicated to her job as an idol and is super aware of the goals she wants to achieve. Jurina goes about everything she does with such strength, passion, and professionalism -- she conquers everything that's thrown her way with such grace and poise.<br />
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I'm 24 now, but looking back on my younger years in school, I only wish I were as headstrong and self-motivated as Jurina is. Growing up with two older brothers, who always excelled in school and whom I was constantly compared with by teachers, put such a <b>huge</b> burden of expectation on my shoulders that I took the easy route out and decided not to stand up to the challenge. I made it through school just fine. I wasn't the lowest scoring student in my classes by a long shot, but I never truly allowed myself be better than I was -- and looking back now, I could have done SO much better than I did. I probably could have actually done better than my brothers ever did! Now, I'm a much different person though. I actually aim quite high and hold myself on a much higher level than I did before.<br />
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Browsing videos one day, I found an English subbed video titled <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FciYsogVLg" target="_blank"><u>"History of Matsui Jurina"</u></a> from the <b>Pareo wa Emerald Type A DVD</b>.
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In <a href="http://youtu.be/V7zmMM7Fmr0?t=3m36s" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>part 2</u></span></a> of the video Jurina completely floored me once again. At around <b>3:36 into the video</b>, they bring up the constant comparison of WMatsui -- Matsui Rena and Matsui Jurina. It compares the 2nd Senbatsu election rankings:
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<b>Early results:</b> Jurina 18th | Rena 8th
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<b>Mid-results:</b> Jurina 15th | Rena 10th<br />
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Jurina then goes on to explain how she thought that Rena would rank higher and even though she prepared for such result, she initially still hoped to be called out first.<br />
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<b>Final results: </b>Jurina 10th | Rena 11th<br />
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Her secret hopes came true, however, she later came to realize that in truth…..to her, the key to success is not just in the ranking results. She understands that the rank numbers themselves are important, but they're not the holy grail. The more important thing to her is whether or not people recognize Matsui Jurina as a individual -- whether the rank drops or rises.<br />
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That part completely took me off guard.
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This is why I personally nickname Jurina, <b>人柱力</b> (Jinchuuriki), literally meaning "Power of Human Sacrifice" -- a term I first heard used in the manga series Naruto.
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To me, Jurina has a sort of Naruto-effect personality. When she explained her thoughts in that video…I was immediately reminded of the character.<br />
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In the story of Naruto, Jinchuuriki are <span style="font-size: x-small;">(quoting from a wikia here)</span>:<br />
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Humans that have tailed beasts sealed within them. They exhibit extraordinary powers, and in some cases are more powerful than their tailed beasts, because they have the intelligence to use the beasts' powers effectively.<br />
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The jinchuuriki are typically lonely people, viewed by those around them as the tailed beasts that had been sealed within them, leading to prejudice and being hated and feared.<br />
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…However, some jinchuuriki refuse to waver, even though they have been shunned, and they eventually earned respect (of the people in their villages, etc).
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Now, I'm not saying that Jurina has some wild demon beast within her, but she definitely possesses such a powerful will and inner-energy that enables her to draw the attention of others like a moth to a flame -- and I can see some finding that a little intimidating. I'm sure there are plenty of people going, "why does this kid keep appearing in just about every AKB production, and at the front of every SKE production? She's just a kid!" etc, etc. It's true, that can seem imposing and many people have actually been turned off by her ever wavering presence.<br />
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Even as seen in the 3rd Senbatsu election results, people's preferences seem to be moving direction:<br />
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<b>Final results:</b> Rena 10th | Jurina 14th<br />
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But like Jurina mentioned before, to her, the rank numbers aren't the most important. It's letting people see you for who you really are, not in comparison to others. It's working hard everyday to be better than the person you were yesterday -- it's easy to beat someone else, but if you can beat yourself, than you have truly grown. The Naruto-effect.
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Naruto was constantly shunned and neglected due to the beast he had sealed within him, and no matter how hard he tried to gain the attention of the people around him -- they always gave him the cold shoulder. In the first volume of the manga, he nearly gives up all hope until he realizes that amongst all the despise, one person (his teacher) had faith in him. After realizing that at least one person believed in him, from then on, the one thing he <i>never</i> gave up on was trying to better himself.<br />
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No matter how rankings rise or fall -- Jurina always tries her hardest to better herself…even though there are many tough times, her willpower is strong.<br />
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<i>Inspiration</i>. <b>100% Inspiration</b>.
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Matsui Jurina embodies everything I wish I was back when I was younger. She inspires me to be everything I want to be now and in the future.<br />
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There will always be other 48 girls that I absolutely love and adore -- Matsui Rena, Kuwabara Mizuki, Deguchi Aki, Oshima Yuko, Akimoto Sayaka, Watanabe Mayu (AKB oshi :P)…to name a small few. But in no way can I deny that Matsui Jurina is my SKE and overall 48 oshimen. <br />
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<b>My Kami-oshi.</b> <br />
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And neither would I want to deny it or question it ever again.<br />
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My favourite idol of all time, <a href="http://www.hellproject.com/images/d2ee3967d7aedb10be0dd5e1e1fe2a9b463a8336/Ogawa_Makoto_16555.jpg" target="_blank">Ogawa Makoto</a>, I love. Like, no joke just straight up 100% attraction to everything both, physically and personality-wise about her <span style="font-size: x-small;">(sexy sexy sexy! smart, funny, awesome...gah!)</span>. She my dream girlfriend. *sigh* <3<br />
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But Jurina is something different completely. <br />
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Like mentioned before, I grew up as the youngest sibling with two older brothers. Never before has any idol made me want a younger sister or brother as much as Matsui Jurina <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I was actually against having a younger sibling)</span>. Never before has another idol made me want to support them and see them grow into magnificence like Matsui Jurina.<br />
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Never before has any idol had such an inspirational affect on me like Matsui Jurina.
She's absolutely stunningly gorgeous, cute and pretty in every way. Whenever I'm watching videos, if I haven't seen her in any of them for about 10 videos, even just in the background of AKBINGO! or something….I start to feel like I'm missing something. I actually start to feel kind of sad or lonely. I have to pause just to go watch another video with Jurina in it to feel better again. Bizarre eh?<br />
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I honestly can't explain why that affects me so much. It surprises me just as surprising as it sounds.
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Don't worry, I'm not a stalker/crazy person or anything. I would never disrespect her space or privacy as such. >__></span><br />
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<i>Inspiration</i>. <b>100% Inspiration</b>.
My adoration for her extends above and beyond simple words like, <i>"she's really cute"</i> -- and I am 100% proud to give her my full support and to call her my oshi.<br />
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The day I get to meet Jurina in person for the first time, I want to tell her…
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<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">To me, you're an inspiration. 100% inspiration. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">For that, I thank you.</span></i><br />
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*sigh* Well, that's it. The reasons why I adore Matsui Jurina as much as I do.
If you stuck around to read this whole babble, I applaud you and give you a gold star and a cookie. Writing out these thoughts is something that I've been working on for a few weeks now and it's been a joy to contemplate and dissect these thoughts that had been floating in my head (the octopi did a good job helping me organize and voice them).
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I hope you can all enjoy loving and supporting your 48 oshimen as much as I do mine. The 48 family is full of so many awesome girls! What a wonderful thing. ^__^Sagunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00819137865687205043noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868782766949747659.post-57131406913999670362012-01-17T16:02:00.000-04:002012-01-24T18:42:54.171-04:005 resons why I love Majisuka Gakuen...Now, you're probably wondering where the header photo of this blog is from and I'll tell you right off the bat, that it's from what is probably <i>the</i> most awesome Japanese idol drama I've ever seen to this day. >__><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">M</span><i>ajisuka Gakuen</i></b> is a two season (12 episodes each) serialized drama featuring girls from sister idol groups AKB48, SKE48, and the now defunct SDN48. The drama is set in an all-girls school called Majisuka Jogakuen (or MajiJo for short) -- a school chock-full of yankee students and although absent of any type of actual learning, it's not absent of constant gang fights to prove who's the best in the school.<br />
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I won't go into too much detail (that's what wikipedia is for) but…if you haven't seen Majisuka Gakuen yet, I highly suggest you head to the nearest google search engine right now and start searching.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Top 5 reasons why I love Majisuka Gakuen</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">1.) <b>Badass n' Bloody</b></span><br />
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Japanese idols. I'm a big fan of 'em.<br />
But I realized that one thing I'm an even bigger fan of, is seeing said Japanese idols that I love do a complete 180° turn on the usual cutesy, perfect and flawless look -- and Majisuka Gakuen certainly doesn't fail to deliver!<br />
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Hot diggity damn! This kind of stuff makes me so happy!</blockquote>
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I love me fight-club-eque stories and stylized violence in general -- and thoroughly enjoyed the constant yankee-ness in this series: stare-downs, rolled Rs, yankee squats.....i eat that stuff up like...candy!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">2.) <b>Nezumi x Centre</b></span><br />
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Currently topping my list of favorite fictional ships.<br />
I ship these two so bad....I ship them across a thousand seas!<br />
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Don't let that sugar-coated voice fool you, she's all spice.</blockquote>
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Nezumi. The adorably sinister and self-motivated mouse.<br />
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I'm so Mayugay for Mayuyu! (get the corny, un-related and makes-no-sense "まゆげ" pun there? Jurina would be proud of my horrible dajare! :3)</blockquote>
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Geezus. Mayuyu is one of the <b>10 epitomes of Heaven on Earth</b> and totally owns this role. <b>Random fact:</b> I love Emily Browning and all (I actually have a huge girl-crush on her), but I think Nezumi's character/Watanabe Mayu would have made for an amazing Baby Doll. Nezumi had me SQUEEing just about every time she appeared on screen.<br />
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Centre. To describe this character simply: .......<b>Aldsfajdlajkldjfkaldj!</b><br />
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My love for Jurina is paramount (more on this soon) and as if I needed another reason to adore this kid even more than I already do....Juri drops this bomb on me. Centre is too much. She's too badass, too kind, and too good for Nezumi. A true hero that's too perfect! *sigh* <3<br />
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Nezumi and Centre are like night and day, black and white, the moon and the sun -- and that's why they are perfect for each other. Centre (yeah, I'm spelling it "re" instead of "er" because I'm Canadian like that) is the Yin to Nezumi's Yang, the hot to Nezumi's cold, the up to Nezumi's down, the in to Nezumi's out, the thrust to Nezumi's heave...the-<br />
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Lone wolves have to stay together ;__;</blockquote>
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Yup, I'll obsess about these two until the end of time. If there's ever a season 3, I hope to see even more innuendo from these two (<strike>or just blatant "passion"</strike>). MOAR! >__><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">3.) <b>SKE48</b></span><br />
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The characters these girls portrayed frikkin' stole the show!<br />
Damn, I love SKE!<br />
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<b>Centre / Matsui Jurina (Team S)</b><br />
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My SKE oshi delivers a stunning performance. Jurina always approaches anything she does with such an intense passion, and her portrayal of Centre is no exception. This kid is golden....GOLDEN!<br />
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<b>Gekikara / Matsui Rena (Team S)</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">D'aaaawwwwwww! <3</td></tr>
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Stainless steel! Matsui Rena brings probably the most chilling performance of the series with her portrayal of the bat-shit insane Gekikara (or Chuukara/Amakuchi in Season 2). The character is such a freakish joy to watch go off on people that I kinda scared myself for liking it as much as I do! lol. I couldn't think of any other 48 girl who could bring to life such a dynamic character like Gekikara.<br />
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<b>Dance / Yagami Kumi (Team S)</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dem eyes!!! @__@ <3</td></tr>
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One of the <b>10 Epitomes of Cute</b> (not to be confused with the 10 Epitomes of Heaven on Earth), Kuumin steals my heart every second she appears on screen only to get punched in the face by Shibuya, every time without fail. The cutest comic relief in the show! I don't know about you, but I wouldn't be able to deny this girl anything....EVER.<br />
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<b>Miso / Kimoto Kanon (Team E)</b><br />
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So at this point in the show, I was fangirling like crazy! Miso was trolling Shibuya big time in front of all the other Yabakune girls. And Shibuya decided to finally shut her up with a good ol' punch to the face, sending Miso to the ground and busting poor Miso's lip in the process. Just when I was about to get all in a huff about it......shit happened. Very good shit!<br />
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BAM! Miso smears the blood from her busted lip and goes all Heath Ledger's Joker on us! I nearly flipped a freakin' table out of ecstasy!! \o/<br />
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<b>WHY SO SERIOUS</b> Shibuya? .....why?<br />
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If this is what Kanon's Miso tastes like....then I want eat it all day -- And I realize how ridiculously inappropriate that is for me to say about a 14 year old girl...but dammit! It's not my fault she's so awesome! >__< <( How dare your awesome make me succumb to saying weird-ass stuff! ) *shake-fist*<br />
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Frig, frig, frig! Not only is Kimoto Kanon a member of the <b>10 Epitomes of Cute</b>....but because of this series, she's imprinted on my heart as frikkin' awesome! I mean the badass-ness just oozes out. I totally didn't expect this little angel to completely bring it like she did!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">4.) <b>Oshima Yuko</b></span><br />
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Nope, I think not. XD<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">5.) <b>Re-kindled my love for Acchan</b></span><br />
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Not that I ever particularly disliked Maeda Atsuko or anything. It's just that this series made me fully appreciate the <b>Queen of Deadpan</b> again. I've never been big on <i>seemingly</i> emotional brick-like personalities (putting an emphasis on the word 'seemingly' because it's not usually their inner character, it's just how they seem on the outside AT TIMES)....<strike>Takahashi Ai included</strike>, as I love people that really express themselves. It's also kind of annoying when said bricks tend to be up-front and center (as that type of personality seems to be really popular among the wota and general fans)....but I don't actually hate these girls at all. I'm not that horrible of a person to ever hate on people like that. Who am I to have such an not-worth-the-effort opinion? They just generally tend to slip my mind more than others.<br />
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But for Maeda's sake..this drama definitely re-kindled my adoration for her. Don't hate her, she's adorable. Deadpan adorable! :3<br />
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So that's it.<br />
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The top 5 reasons why I love Majisuka Gakuen...and the top 5 reasons why I watch it over and over whenever I'm bored. Now mind you, that there was plenty more that I loved about this series but I just wanted to list the major reasons for me.<br />
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In closing, I want to say, that <b>if they ever were to make a Majisuka Gakuen 3 I would love to see the following:</b><br />
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More blatant Nezumi x Centre -- take their relationship to a new level! I think we can say that they both passed the test.</div>
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<li>More Miso -- An appearance too brief for such an amazing character. She definitely has potential to be a key villain if there was ever another season.</li>
<li>More Sutegoro High School & Nukamata -- Another too-brief appearance in this series. But as short as the appearance was, Shiori Nakamata brings a great mysterious presence towards the end of season 2. They need to take this group further! </li>
<li>More SKE48 -- I know AKB48-purists may not like this but....Damn! SKE really brought it and I would love to see more! Bring in <b>Nakanishi Yuka</b> to be in direct conflict with Sae's character. Bring in <b>Deguchi Aki</b> & <b>Hiramatsu Kanako</b> (because I ship them in real life and I need to see more of them together)...bring in <b>The Mizuking</b> (Kuwabara Mizuki) and call her The Mizuking in the show -- cause that would make my damn day! More SKE I say....MOAR!</li>
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The 48 family is a wonderful thing, eh? <3<br />
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