♚How often does the dream come true

[oo951; F-cutting has been done

2009-01-31T10:43:08Z

not many cut, but i just needed to get rid of a few people.
check your f-list to see if i'm still listed as a friend. if not, then here are my main reasons for cutting you.

☇♚❙your journal is dead
☇♚❙you never commented on my journal (and i mean, not once did you comment.)
☇♚❙i don't know you or like you (um, sorry?)

if you're confused as to why i cut you, comment and i'll reply. otherwise, please remove me as a friend on your own account.

thank you, and see you around.

「oo3」・・・Fanfiction→Mist and Shadow;

2008-12-24T09:27:11Z

Title: Mist and Shadow
Chapters: oneshot
Author: leikochan14
Genre: angst
Warnings: character death
Disclaimer: ruki is his own person and is not owned by anyone but himself.
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Uruki, Ruki-centric
Synopsis: Painful memories of Uruha filled Ruki's head one night and caused him more pain than he could handle.
Comments: at first i started thinking of writing this one way, but i stopped; then when i saw this picture (by peptric), i was inspired to write this story in this other way. it's focused on ruki and i apologize in advance for my rather depressive thoughts.

Winter was finally here; the snow flurries that made the young vocalist shiver as he walked around in his winter coat were more than enough proof. He quickened his pace when he eyed the nearby and inviting café right across the street.

Pulling the door wide open, he stepped inside, immediately warmed and relaxed by the smell of coffee. Finding a small, empty table he meandered over towards it. He shrugged off his jacket and brushed the snow that had landed on his black hat. Sitting down, he looked around the room, observing nothing that made up the place.

He disliked it; disliked the cold glances people shot in his direction, the overlapping voices, the clatter of plates, the clash of forks against the plates, everything. And, more than anything, he hated the fact that this place held some rather bitter memories of him and a certain 'friend.'

Ruki tried shaking away the memories of the past by shaking his head slightly and pulling out a small notebook he had in his bag. He wanted to forget, to forget everything related to the name "Uruha" but he couldn't easily do that for the memories of the other man clung to him and would not let go.

"You what?!" someone screamed.

Ruki looked up and towards the voice's owner, curious as to why they yelled. He saw a girl, younger, perhaps around 17 at the most, and tears were running down her face, a rather beautiful face at that, but there was also a flaming anger burning in her eyes. Following her gaze, Ruki found himself looking at a boy that was a little older than the girl, sitting in the seat with his gaze fixed to a "hole" in the ground.

"But, how? Why!" she whined, the anger almost dissolving as the sadness took it's place instead.

"I don't know," the boy murmured, shaking his head. "I don't know, but I'm sorry."

Ruki winced when he heard her slap him; he knew the boy probably deserved it, but it seemed painful, nonethless.

"Fuck you," the girl hissed and grabbed her things before rushing out the door. The boy bit his lower lip slightly, looking around to see the people's stares, before getting up and walking out as well, almost no pain shown on his face.

Ruki somehow, as cruel as it seemed, wished for that. He truly longed for the ability not to feel any remorse or sadness, but, alas, he was forced all of these emotions and was almost exploding with them. He wanted to end it, to end the pain, the suffering he felt.

Ruki found himself hunched over the desk at home hours later, a mechanical pencil in hand, scribbling words, a lot of words that seemed to flow endlessly through is head. He wrote and wrote, scribbling, scribbling, erasing, and rewriting, sighing as the words didn't seem to stop flowing even though his hand ached.

Why? came a cry from what seemed to be another person, but there wasn't anyone else there; He was alone and he immediately realized it was his own self that had cried that out.

"Why?" he asked again, his hand still not listening to him as it kept moving across the paper with the pencil.

"Why?!" he sobbed almost, tears starting to sting his eyes and blur his vision, but that didn't stop his hand from moving.

It was almost as if it had taken a life of his own, and the hand kept going despite Ruki's effort to make it stop, to make it all stop, to stop right now before the memories flooded him again, as they did every single night since that day, that dreadful and agonizingly painful day where he felt his heart had been torn out of his chest.

When he finally felt his hand stop, he looked at the paper, only to crumple it up, not daring to read a word. He tossed it to the other end of the room without caring where the scrap of paper landed, and he slumped over the desk completely, sobbing loudly as memories filled his head and made the hole in his chest throb with pain.

Uruha pulled back, slowly, his lips lingering over Ruki's own soft, pink ones.

"I'm sorry," he said before getting up.

Ruki blinked, quickly snapping out of his daze and looked up at the guitarist who seemed rather eager to leave already. "For what?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

Uruha looked back down at Ruki with a small frown on his face, a frown that seemed to have all the answers. He gave Ruki a small smile, "You should know."

Tears seemed to want to come out, and Ruki wished that they would for he would at least have a small way to make the other feel guilty about what he was doing, but the tears stayed in their place, not making their presence known to the other man. He seemed to have lost his voice as well, and instead sat there at the small café's table, the coffee long forgotten.

"I guess." He finally managed to mutter, but in his attempt to sound cold, Ruki ended up sounding rather pathetic as his voice trembled a bit.

"I'll see ya later then?"

Ruki simply nodded and the other seemed pleased enough with the result of everything.

When the other finally did leave the café, Ruki looked down at his reflection in the brown drink, whispering 'i love you,' a single tear slipping from his eyes.

Ruki suddenly found himself on the ground, tears were thick and heavy as they ran down his face, smearing the little make-up he did use on those off days from work.

He hated this, oh how he hated this. All of it, he was tired of it; sick from all of the pain and wanting to curl up and die whenever he saw those two together. He didn't mind it as much at first, but then he grew tired of their love, hating everything about it, wanting it to be only him and Uruha, not Uruha and the other man. No!, he cried, no!

But his voice could not reach anyone and he was left to deal with the pain by himself.

"I want it..."

Ruki looked at the silver, the pure and wonderful silver piece, something that would bring him peace, end all his sufferings, once and for all.

"...to..."

He sat down and started to drag the sharp object across his wrist, wincing as he did so, because it stung, but it felt like nothing he had ever felt before.

The blood slipped through, barely coming out of his wrist at first, before it came out in rivers. It stained his entire arm a bright red color before dripping down to the wood floor, the floor where he would spend the rest of the night as he bled himself dry.

"...end."

A/N: wow. that turned into something i didn't really expect. erm, i'm not used to killing characters at all, so i'm sorry if it turned out rather bad.
as for what ruki was writing, let's just say it could have been a song or a suicide note or something, but i'll leave that up to you.
sad, i really want to write some true yaoi fics instead of just these types. maybe next year. as for now, Merry Christmas everyone.

「oo2」・・・Fanfiction→Through the Night;

2008-12-19T04:54:11Z

Title: Through the Night
Chapters: oneshot
Author: leikochan14
Genre: angst and fluff
Warnings: character death.
Disclaimer: these guys all belong to themselves
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: ShouxSaga
Synopsis: But despite the familiarity of the other person, Saga didn't move; he tensed a little when he felt the stranger press the barrel, of which he sure was a gun, harder against his head, but he didn't get up, he wasn't going to leave Shou, no, he wouldn't leave him.
Comments: this was written as a belated birthday gift to xxshunjunxx. Happy birthday dearheart! ♥

Walking through the soft snow, feet slowly becoming colder as he continued his journey, he paused in mid-step and looked ahead. His gaze wandered up to the sky, noticing that darkness was approaching by the way the cool blue started to mix with a bright orange and red and purple and yellow that came from the setting sun. The snowy path he was on, the one he always took home, was just as beautiful, for all of the warmth that came from the sun was also falling onto the ground.

Pure white.

The innocence of the snow astounded him, making a small smile form on his face, adorning the innocent features of the man as well. Suddenly, though, just as quick as the peace set in, something made it all be whisked away.

Pink.

A light pink color that was out of place suddenly showed up in the mess of white. It was only supposed to be in the sky, with the mixture of colors showing up as a light coat over the snow, but otherwise, what was pink doing in the snow?

His gaze followed the pink color and he found it had darkened a bit. The pink, slowly, seemed to become a darker pink, then a light cherry red, a bright red, red, redder, reddest, crimson red, blood red.

As he looked on, upon some not-so-innocent-sight, he froze in place.

A pale hand. White, almost as white as the snow, was the hand. It lay there; seeming to be a part of the snow instead of a separate entity. With his breath held, the eyes of the man looked on, up the arm, over the shoulders, onto the face and into a pair of lifeless eyes.

His eyes widened when he met the pair of glazed-over eyes, sobbing as he realized whose they were.

How did this happen? When? Why?

He wanted to run towards the person, to throw himself at them and just find out that it was a lie, a trick, a mean one, but a trick. But his feet were like lead and it made him stay rooted to the ground. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t.

“K-Kazu…kun?” he cried out softly, hoping, begging, pleading, that the other would turn towards him and smile, saying he was alright, but the vocalist’s face was just turned to look up towards the sky, his eyes as lifeless and dead as they could be. Glazed over and, instead of looking up at the beautiful sunset, they were possibly gazing into the darkness of black.

He wanted to move, to take a step towards the vocalist, just to at least hold him once more, but his legs were heavy, he couldn't move, frozen in place, frozen, unable to move, frozen, away from his lover, in place, feet away from him.

A drop of water fell down a cheek and landed with an unheard 'plop' to the ground. Another soon followed, leaving a small mark on the ground, then another just a few centimeters away, then another on top of that mark, then another, all soon falling in a different location, then more falling so it was almost a small waterfall.

With a heavy sob, the man was able to gain back the ability to move and he pushed himself forward, trying to reach the other.

He rushed to Shou, slipping once in the cold snow, then getting up and running again, as if his own life depended on it, as if he could save the other by simply running to him and holding him close to his own chest, keeping him warm, giving him back the lost life.

"Kazu-kun!" he sobbed as he fell to his knees before the other man. Slowly, he crawled towards Shou with a quivering lip, tears in his eyes as he reached out. His eyes widened as he touched the other's skin.

'It's warm,' he thought.

"Kazumasa..." He let it out as a sigh as he pulled up Shou's body from the ground, away from the tree behind him, and into his warmth. He ran his hands through the other's hair, still soft, but cold.

"Damn you," he spat out angrily, but the tears that fell made it come out sounding rather pathetic. Suddenly, anger welled up inside of him, and the grip on Shou's hair, slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, got harder, each second, Saga's grip tightened until it was even painful for him to hold it; nevertheless he relentlessly held onto it, twisting it and wanking it harshly a couple of times as he said "so stupid, so fucking stupid" over and over again in an angered whisper.

"Stupid!" He shouted once more before he sobbed loudly, knowing that Shou wasn't feeling anything he was doing to him, no matter how much it hurt him. Shou, at that moment, and forever more, would feel nothing, no pain, no love, nothing, for Shou was dead, and, as much as Saga didn't want to admit it, the coldness of Shou's stare was enough for him to understand...

Tears fell faster, a drip here, then slowly the second followed it, landing nearby, then a third followed the first, a fourth followed the second, a fifth the third, a sixth the fourth, and so on until it was a waterfall of tears, one that wouldn't stop for anything, not for anything at that moment, not anything.

Saga slowly pushed back one of Shou's brown colored locks and gazed at him gently, the never-ending tears blurring everything but Shou. Without thinking, Saga leaned in close, his lips barely an inch above Shou's, and he bit his own lip a second before finally closing the small gap between the two of them.

Despite the entire situation that faced Saga, he felt comforted by the kiss from Shou. Slightly warm, but still as sweet, Shou's wonderful taste still as strong as ever, and he couldn't help himself. Slowly, he lost himself in the kiss, pressing his body closer to Shou, licking the other's lower lip before gently slipping his tongue inside and lapping at the inside. He moaned a little, letting loose all of the emotions of love he felt for Shou. He dug his nails a bit into Shou's shoulder and kissed him more, more, more until he broke away, gasping lightly for air, his heart racing, tears still flowing.

"Shou," He gasped softly, taking in a gulp of air before continuing. "Kazumasa, I lo-"

His eyes widened when he felt the cool barrel being pressed tightly against the back of his head. Without even turning back to look at the item he knew what it was already.

"Up," demanded the stranger, though Saga noticed the voice was familiar, way too familiar.

But despite the familiarity of the other person, Saga didn't move; he tensed a little when he felt the stranger press the barrel, of which he sure was a gun, harder against his head, but he didn't get up, he wasn't going to leave Shou, no, he wouldn't leave him.

"Up, Takashi!" the other man nearly screamed at him, and when Saga heard the safety lock of the gun go off, his eyes widened and he slowly nodded his head.

With a pain in his heart, he placed Shou delicately against the tree once more, running a hand down his cheek, his lips, before retracting his hand and standing up, a simple action made so much harder because of who he was leaving behind.

"That's a good boy," said the other man, a smirk clearly plastered on his face as he knew he was getting just what he wanted. "Now," a chuckle, "turn around."

Saga was afraid, afraid of who it would be behind him, though he had an idea, he wished with all his life that it wasn't who he thought it was, that his ears were tricking him, that it wouldn't be who he thought it was, that it would be anyone else but him, or someone similar, but not him, not him, not him!, but when he turned around, his eyes widening and a gasp of horror slipping from his mouth, he knew he had heard everything correctly, his ears never lied to him, and they didn't start at that moment either.

'How?!' his mind screeched, and his eyes flew back to where Shou's body was laid, the chest that would normally be moving up and down was still and everything was where Saga had remembered, but when he turned around he was sure that it wasn't true.

" 'How can you still be alive?' is what you're thinking, right?" the person asked, that smirk never seeming to leave his face.

Without waiting for a reply from Saga, the person went on, "Well, you see, I just had to do it this way. There was no other way to do it. I wouldn't let myself do it."

"W-What," Saga started, seeming to find his voice once again, "are you saying?"

"I'm saying," the other took a step forward, his brown eyes staring deeply into Saga's own, as he spoke. "I had to kill him," he jerked his elbow to point at Shou's body, "to get to you."

"B-b-but--"

"Why?" the other finished Saga's question for him. "It was the only way to get rid of you is all. There's no reason. I just," the others eyes narrowed and Saga gulped, a shiver running down his body, "don't want you anymore. I. Don't. Need. You."

Even if Saga had managed to say something, if his mind had sent the signal to his mouth to move and voice his reply of 'you're lying!' it wouldn't have amounted to anything; in the blink of an eye, all Saga could do was scream in pain as a silver bullet pierced his chest directly in the heart. Feeling the pain before even hearing the gun being fired, Saga gripped onto his chest tightly, gasping and groaning, almost gagging as he felt the warm blood seeping from him down his chest, his arms, coating him in a sickly red color, redder than the blood on the ground beside Shou.

The other man gently placed the gun near his side and strode over towards Saga. He reached out to grab Saga's face and, being too weak to resist, he gripped Saga's chin gently and made him look at him.

"Takashi," he began, a soft whimper of pain making the man feel a tinge of regret. "Takashi."

Saga looked at him, his eyes finally blurring the face of the stranger, but his vision clearing slightly when he felt the other pressing their lips together. With a small sob, which was swallowed by the other man, Saga recalled the familiar taste of the other man's lips.

'Like Kazu-kun.'

When the other pulled away, he stopped and stared at the dying man, before his brown eyes were glazed over with a coldness that seemed to wrench Saga's already destroyed heart.

"Good bye."

A shove.

Darkness.

It surrounded him, the darkness, and he slowly felt himself falling backwards, in a never-ending pit of darkness, just falling, falling, falling, the white light that surrounded the man he had just kissed, maybe kissed several times in another form too, was the only thing he saw.

His hand reached towards the light, wanting to go back to it, but as he fell the light shrank, almost becoming nothing but a dot, like so many of those stars in the sky he had looked up at with Shou at his side, and he reached for it, wanting to grab a hold of it, but as his hand gripped the dot of white he grasped nothing but darkness, and suddenly, even the dot disappeared, and with another shout of Shou's name, he let himself be taken into the darkness, tears never stopping from flowing down his face.

With a start Saga awoke from his bed, cold sweat dripping down his chest, his back, his neck, his face, everywhere. He was gasping, and he placed a hand over his chest, the place where he had been shot, before looking down and relief flooding him as he realized he hadn't been shot.

"...a dream?"

"Nn."

Saga looked to his right and blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the dark around him, before realizing who it was beside him. "Kazu-kun, did I wake you?"

"Yes," Shou said with a frown on his face as he rolled onto his stomach, burying his head against the pillow.

"Sorry," Saga muttered, looking back at him.

"Nah, it's okay, really." He sat up and rubbed his eyes, before turning to look at Saga. "You had another nightmare, didn't you?" he asked, looking up and down at Saga's figure.

Saga didn't say anything, but then again he really didn't have to; Shou could read what was going through his mind easily enough. With a small sigh, Shou moved behind Saga, wrapping his arms gently around Saga's waist, pulling him close as he put one leg on either side of Saga, pulling him close, nuzzling into his neck.

"Taka-kun," Shou whispered, "tell me, what's this nightmare about?"

Saga, after a moment of silence, gave in and told Shou everything he had seen in his dream, skipping the detail of who it was that had killed him and making it just seem like it was a stranger; Saga didn't want to give Shou the impression that he thought Shou would do such a thing to him.

"That does sound frightening," Shou said, no sarcasm in his voice at all. "Just remember it's all a dream, okay? Nothing bad will ever happen to you; I won't let anything happen to you."

Saga moved around in Shou's arms to face him instead. "How can you be so sure?" He asked, worry filling him.

"I can't," Shou stated and Saga looked down at the bedsheets, downheartedly. "But," Shou continued, lifting Saga's chin so that the other would look at him, "I will make sure nothing bad will happen for as long as I can."

Saga felt tears welling up in his eyes a little as he found truth in Shou's words. Quickly he wiped them away with the back of his hands, not wanting to cry over such a thing, but Shou pulled Saga's hands away and placed a small kiss on his lips. Saga immediately relaxed into the kiss and leaned closer towards Shou, melting and letting the other have his way with him for a moment.

"Takashi," Shou whispered just a centimeter away from Saga's pink lips, "I love you, and I'd kill myself before letting anyone hurt you."

Those words pierced Saga's heart more than any bullet ever would.

Understanding filled Saga when Shou whispered that, and he cried hard as he leaned in to kiss Shou once more, one of the many sweet ones he would get for the remainder of the night.

A/N: ne, that's it. i finished the story and it only took about a week :I *shakes fist at school*
anyways, i had this idea in my head for a while and i'm happy it turned out like this, but the size of it still shocks me to no end. *was thinking it'd be shorter* some of the writing is strange with the grammar and punctuation, but it's a style i admire so i decided to test it out myself.
xxshujunnxx i hope you like this. sorry it's a week late though, but i hope it makes up for the little time we've had to chat. love you beibeh~♥!

「oo1」・・・Fanfiction→Alone;

2008-11-02T02:34:35Z

Title: Alone
Chapters: oneshot
Author: leikochan14
Genre: angst
Warnings: not beta-read.
Disclaimer:Do not own them, and i never will.
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: AoixRuki, RukixUruha.
Synopsis: “I left him once I saw them like that. I didn’t know why I did that, I guess maybe I did it to save face, or rather to save myself from the horrible thought of him being the one to leave me.”
Comments: did it on Halloween night since I didn’t go anywhere (I have no life ne). it's in Aoi-san's POV. this is my first jrock fic, but if people like this i might write more.

Anger. That’s what I felt then. When I saw him with Uruha. With that bastard. That scheming guitarist. The one that always had his eyes on my lover. Yes, my lover. Ruki. That’s his name. My lover’s name is Ruki.

Wait.

Correction: my lover’s name was Ruki.

Does that mean we’re not together anymore? Why, yes it does.

I don’t know why I loved him; maybe…maybe it was his charming smile, his great sense of style, his poetic way of being, his caring attitude, his gentleness, his powerful aura.

Whatever it was, is now gone.

Snatched away in a flash of a second when two soft pairs of soft lips (Yes, Ruki’s and Uruha’s lips are both rather soft. Don’t ask how I know about the latter’s lips. I just do.) met each other in a desperate and longing kiss.

I saw the whole thing unfold from even before Ruki became my lover. The on-stage fan service was already a big hint, but then they started….they started to “practice” their fan service off-stage, sometimes even during regular rehearsal.

When I started dating him, I got annoyed with the entire deal of practicing their fan service. Sometimes, I would confront Ruki and he would tell me that he and Uruha were just practicing to make it seem more real when their next concert came up.

Just practicing?

What kind of an idiot does he think I am?

But I of course would have that doubt wiped from my mind when I was with him, late at night, long after rehearsal was finished, when it was just the two of us. Both of us, lying in bed, him wrapped in my arms, his warm breath hitting my chest that was moving up and down rapidly as we recovered from sex.

“Aoi,” his voice, a whisper. “I love you.”

At that moment, I honestly believed he did. I did. And what’s worse is I said I loved him as well, more than once in fact.

Maybe that’s why he left. Maybe he didn’t like me saying it so often and believed I lied to him about my feelings thinking I was just saying that because I had said it once and he liked it. Or maybe it was because he didn’t love me and knew that I truly did. Maybe that’s why he left: to spare his feelings or my own.

I don’t know. I want to ask, to know, so that I can be able to sleep in peace with that knowledge.

But I won’t dare myself to ask him. No. Even if late at night I’m tossing and turning, then wake up only to see that he is not there anymore…

I left him once I saw them like that. I didn’t know why I did that, I guess maybe I did it to save face, or rather to save myself from the horrible thought of him being the one to leave me.

I don’t know. I don’t know.

Please, can’t someone explain this all to me? To make this make sense to me? To help put my mind at ease again?

I’m alone in bed again, tonight as I was last night, as I will be forever more for I can’t be with anyone but Ruki. It doesn’t feel right. I never will feel right without him.

Ruki.

Even now, as I can probably imagine Ruki is with Uruha, I want him back. I want him with me.

Too bad I can’t have everything I want.

ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟ

these words just flowed through my head one night and wouldn't leave me until i wrote them. so, i'm sorry for the horrible writing.
feel free to comment or criticize~♥

{oo1; blogcrew./ ストロベリーファズ

2008-09-22T06:39:38Z

first blogcrew ever made by me. i needed a break from graphics and my depression so this helped :D

if i look up from the bottom, the sky is very beautiful
So, I'll ~~plunge~~ into the whirlpool of possibility
With 『claim here』 at MY side

STATUS; closed

LES RULES;
1./ 1 claim per user, 2 users per claim.
2./ my f-list gets unlimited claims and can claim even if a claim is filled. their reservations (except for rainbow_legends's reservations [tora and saga]) all get an extra spot.
3./ asian entertainment only! make sure to tell me their entire name, band name (if it applies), and country.
　　　　　　・note: ex-members of bands may be claimed as well [example; bou of antic cafe]
4./ no bitching or moaning that your claim has been taken. it's FIRST COME FIRST SERVED!
　　　　　　・note; full claims= ~~strike~~
5./ i have claimed NAO [alice nine.] and RUKI [the gazette], but i will not give those an extra spot so be quick if you want one of them.
6./ please put "strawberry fuzz" as your subject, or else your claim will be denied! D:
7./ wait until i approve your claim to take the code. but be patient please, i have school and the like. though i'll be as quick as i can!
8./ pimp and enjoy! :D

//JAPAN//

ACTORS;
Miura Shohei; ichigoice

MUSIC;
12012
Wataru; & / &
Hiroaki; & / &
Yuusuke; & / &
Tomoyuki; & / &
Touru; & / &

Abingdon Boys School
Takanori Nishikawa; & / &

Acid Black Cherry
Yasu; & / &

Alice Nine.
Shou; kissme_deadly_x / &
Hiroto; star_jrock/ lunaskies / &
~~Tora; rainbow_legends/ yomi_chan~~
Saga; rainbow_legends/ &
Nao; leikochan14/ &

Antic Cafe
Miku; kktsubasa / &
Takuya; & / &
Kanon; & / &
Teruki; & / &
Yuki; & / &
Bou; & / &

Ayabie
Aoi; & / &
Yumehito; & / &
Takehito; & / &
Intetsu; & / &
Kenzo; & / &

Dir En Grey
Kyo; & / &
Kaoru; zooozy/ & / &
Die; & / &
Toshiya; & / &
Shinya; mariegina / &

KAT-TUN
Akanishi Jin; murasakimegumi / &
Nakamaru Yuich; aprettyeternity / &
Ueda Tatsuya ainekaikan / &

LM.C
Maya; & / &
Aiji; & / &

NEWS
Tegoshi Yuya; tesshi_o8 / &
Keiichiro Koyama; silver881 / &

SID
Mao; outori/ _meikyuu_ / &
Shinji; & / &
Aki; star_jrock/ lunaskies / &
Yuuya; & / &

SuG
Takeru; & / &
Masato; & / &
Yuji; & / &
Chiyu; & / &
Mitsuru; & / &

the GazettE
~~Ruki; leikochan14/ in_deep_desire~~
Uruha; outori/ & / &
Aoi; outori/aoi_secks/ & / &
Reita; reipun / &
Kai smiles181/ & / &

the studs
Daisuke; souran / &

UVERworld
Takuya; & / &
Katsuya; & / &
Akira; & / &
Nobuto; & / &
Shintarou; & / &

UnsraW
Shou; twilight_midna / &

Zoro
Ryuji; & / &
Taizo; & / &
Tatsushi; & / &
Yuya; & / &

Korea

DBSK//TVXQ
Xiah Junsu; & / &
Micky Yuchun; & / &
Hero Jaejoong; & / &
Max Changmin; & / &
U-know Yunho; & / &

Super Junior
~~Kim Heechul; nijie / gackt_tytta~~

♚How often does the dream come true

[oo951; F-cutting has been done

「oo3」・・・Fanfiction→Mist and Shadow;

「oo2」・・・Fanfiction→Through the Night;

「oo1」・・・Fanfiction→Alone;

{oo1; blogcrew./ ストロベリー ファズ

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