Angels Lie To Keep Control

Hey, baby can you bleed like me?

2009-12-02T20:12:12Z

I'm thinking up what my verse would be if I had one in Garbage's "Bleed Like Me"
Better yet, what my favorite characters would put if they had a verse. I will think on this further.

OMG RANDOMSHEET

2009-11-30T21:16:29Z

So I'm sitting in my college's little coffee spot, thinking on stuff.

Mostly, that I have lj friends who probably don't know much abut me, even after my last post, so I'm going to expand a bit on that.

The name's Iruka, a la the totally unrecognized teacher from Naruto who so seriously needs more love. I chose that name for a few reasons. One, my first cosplay, so it's SOOPER SPESHULS to me. Two, He's not some super-duper awesome shinobi and quite frankly, is quite happy where he is, thankyouverymuch. He does a job no one sane would want and does it well. I wish I had that kind of dedication and sense of self. Three, again, he's totally unloved and deserves a lot more recognition (aka IF HE WASN'T A BIG OL' SOFTIE NARUTO WOULD HAVE DIED. YOU'RE VERY WELCOME)

It can be argued that it would have been better if he'd just left the retarded brat, but that's a different story entirely.

Anyways...

I'm a student at California State University, Chico, at least for now. I'm either transferring to Cal Poly Pomona or Temple University in Tokyo my junior year. I have not yet decided. Either one is better than graduating from this godforsaken place. I'm a Business major working on a specialization in International Business and Finance. I speak two languages, learning a third and I have another two or three more I'd like to learn as well. So yeah, I are smart-ish-kida-sorta.

As you can probably tell, my mother tongue is english...

Mais je parle francais aussi. J'appris trois ans a ma lycee et une semestre de japonais en cette universite. Je n'ai pas le bon grammeur, donc desolee pour les mauvais phrases.

So yes....

Iruka out!

Rejoining Con Life

2009-11-05T09:13:08Z

Two days from now is PMX, not a week after YCon. I'm already packed, all assignments taken care of and accomodations set.

I find myself drained, though. Just now getting back into the swing of school, and I'm already off to another con. I'm tired and next week is going to be HELL.

Oh well. This just means more sleep deprivation and therein more ideas for fanfic that any actually san person would be WTFNOWHYGODWHY about.

celloeuse @ 2009-11-03T13:22:00

2009-11-03T21:30:34Z

Hey all. I met some new people at YCon, so HI!

I'm going to be fleshing out some story prompts I have saved over the next few months, as classes and being a Business major can allow. I'm probably not going to to do NaNo, since I don't have any ideas that could span the needed word count. But, all is well.

To basically summarize myself, I'm a freshman (first-year) at Chico State University. I go by 'Iruka' at cons, both for my own enjoyment and security. I cosplay a little, am working on a Hetalia costume (probably Russia) and fine-tuning my Iruka cosplay. I rarely go on lj but I probably will more often now that I'm expanding my con-friends group and whatnot.

So yeah... I'll probably edit this later to include more, but my brain needs caffeine and I have class in half an hour so I'll just stop here.

Holy hell

2009-08-11T01:10:44Z

It's been a while since I've been on here.

Well, the gist of this is that I'm steadily learning about the wild and woolly ways of the innernet, and by that I mean I'm going to clean up this journal some and actually link my pathetic works instead of letting them just sit there like some n00by idiocy... even if that's what they are.

So, until next time, bonne vie.

'with you'

2008-07-31T08:29:50Z

With You- Konoha Version

(Listen to the song With You by Chris Brown while you read this. On repeat.)

Warning: Mass amounts of slash and mentions of carnal joys that only adults should really have… (oh, and complete ignorance of all things canon. What timeline? I don’t care about no stinking timeline.) I don’t own them, damnit, but Gods help the ninja world if I did.

Pairings, in order- SasuNaru, IbikiAnko (see, not EVERYONE is gay in my Konoha), RaiGem, JiraOro. KakaIru.

The world begins here.

It has always begun here. To him, the world could collapse in upon itself and it would be reborn, perfect as it could ever be, here in this messy-as-all-get-out apartment. Well, it would be reborn again.

More specifically, it would reanimate itself in the heart and body of the living mess beside him. A very blond living mess. This very-blond-living-mess was his world, his lifeline to everything not blood-soaked and broken.

His only non-vengance obsession wrapped a sleepy arm around his neck and pulled him close like a stuffed animal.

“Snrrrk, S’ke… g’ sleep.”

The frozen-eyed traitor smiled.

The world begins here.

The world collapsed across town.

It collapsed into one tiny room under the earth. It collapsed into the purple tresses of the brazen psychopath he let himself have. It collapsed into her eyes, closed in exhausted, well-sated sleep. It collapsed into the slow rise and fall of her chest. It collapsed in a bright, all-consuming explosion of I am complete that knocked him eternally into silent wonder.

In the room where many minds shattered into unrecognizable shrapnel and dust, two walled hearts became whole, if just for one night of joy.

The world collapsed here.

The world disappeared here.

It just ceased to be, to matter here. It couldn’t bother him here, not now, not ever.

It couldn’t tarnish the oh god, I can’t feel my nightmares being full up with his scarred beloved brought him. It couldn’t tear apart the sweat-soaked this is real.

The world was out-there. In-here was filled with moans, cries, and oh god yes Rai yes oh faster Rai more that all sounded like it came from his mouth, but he didn’t care enough to care. What he did care about were the deeper answering whispers of oh fuck Gem so tight so good Gem so good.

The world disappeared here.

The world was torn here. And there.

Here, an old man drank away what was There. There, a driven-mad genius chased after the impossible to forget what was Here.

Here, the toad put on the mask of a lecher and pervert to hide the fact that the only one he could stand to touch was There. There, a snake tried to remember what it felt like to be touched at all.

Here and There, two men died (or technically didn’t but did at the same time…) struggling to mend the world. Their last thought was what would mend their world.

“Jiri….”

“…Orochi”

The world would always be torn for them.

The torn world became whole here.

The man-who-forgot-to-be-a-child melded with the man-who-didn’t-quite-fit-among-men. A heart that never allowed itself to be intertwined with a heart that gave itself over all too easily.

Tan legs wrapped around a pale waist. A pale desire claimed a tan body.

Dirty became Clean. Broken became Healed.

The torn world became whole here.

A/N: Short, yes, but fun as hell to write.

KakaIru Bedtime Story

2008-05-10T06:57:18Z

Now, this is a bedtime story I actually, swear to God, tod the little girl I babysat earlier tonight.

Title: The Teacher and the Killer
Rating: PG (mentions of death)
Length: God only knows

Summary: They have done bad things. Bad things to protect the good people.
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Once upon a time, long ago in the past... or was it the future?.. there was a little village. This village was not like other villages, though it had families and little girls and boys being read bedtime stories just like I'm reading to you now. This village was hidden.

Why was it hidden?

Because the people there did bad things. Bloody, terrible bad things.

Wha?!

But they did bad things to bad people.

Then why was it hidden?

Because the bad things were so bad and so terrible that the other villages wanted to act like it didn't exist. There were five Hidden Villages. This village was the Hidden Village of the Leaves. In the leaf Village, a man lived there who did the worst things. He hurt many bad people in ways that kill a person in their heart and it made him lonely. Not even the other villagers wanted him.

No one?

No one. He was very lonely, and tried to make it better by reading dirty things that I'm not going to tell you about until you hit puberty. But the dirty things only made the loneliness worse. He was the Killer. nobody loved a Killer.

*insert utterly devastated three-year old face here*

Ah, but that was until the Teacher came along.

Like Mrs. Collins?

Not exactly. He taught the little children to do the bad things. He was lonely too, because he saw the little boys and girls that left to do bad things never come back. Someone he loved very much hurt him, too.

Hurt him?

Sometimes, there were truly bad people in the village. The Teacher's Special Person was very bad, like Scar from the Lion King. He hurt The Teacher, made it very hard for the Teacher to trust anyone again.

Did he trust the.. the other guy?

Funny you should ask that. It took a long time, but he did, and the killer trusted him too. There was a little boy too. A little boy that had a very bad fox inside of him. The fox made a lot of people cry and hurt, so a brave man put the fox into a baby's body and kept the fox from hurting people.

Did the fox hurt the boy?

Yes. Because he had the very bad fox inside of him, no one wanted to play with him. His Mommy and Daddy were in heaven ,so he was alone too. He had no one to tell him bedtime stories or make brownies for him and no one to tell him that they loved him.

*Devastated three-year old*

But the Teacher loved him like a son.

Didn't the Teacher have a wifey to have babies?

No. no woman wanted to be with him, so he held on to the Little boy and told him that he didn't care about the fox. That he loved him and would eat with him and make him cookies and read him bedtime stories. And because the Teacher loved the Little boy, the Killer, who loved the Teacher, came to Love the boy too.

They were a family now. The Killer, The Teacher and The Fox.