I have a new phone that doubles as my mini-ipod…okay so it won’t hold a lot of songs but at least I it can…SO COOL!!! I just finished downloading some songs in my new phone and I was just singing and dancing to the songs! I mean the speakers broke so it’s wonderful for me to hear my songs again…

Nokia 6300 ish just soooo COOL!!! *huggles the phone*

And I do sing and dance in my Jammies!(Pajamas) I even act but I don’t let anyone see it, it’s kinda embarassing but it’s just so much fun to do. It just relieves stress and powers your imagination!

Well, I’m off to eat dinner…

byyeeeee!

This is just because I want to post something…

I have finally found my writing(typing) passion.

I love making stories, fictional ones. Wheter it be fanfiction or orginal(sort of)…though I can’t say it’s that good. I mean just recently I started to make this new fictional story. My work title is "Teen Goddess" I got to stick with it for a while until I think of a better one. it’s a sort of anime fictional book.I even made illustrations…weird.

This is my prologue for the story. Quite sucky…

Prologue- Teen Goddess

I’m normal. Very normal.

I’m just your normal average teen. I have a pair of eyes-ice blue in color-, ears, arms, hands, legs and feet like everyone else. I have a nose, not deformed. Luscious lips, if I do say so myself. I have lovely mid-back length hair, in the strawberry blonde color which I always keep in a neat ponytail. And a good normal shaped body. No deformities, no skin diseases. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you know what, as much as I would love to believe I’m normal I can’t.

Sure on the outside I’m very normal, pretty too. I’m human, just maybe not really hundred percent.

Oh, don’t worry I’m not a vampire or a werewolf or even a ghost. No, I’m not any of those. I’m just a human with supernatural powers. And not just like monks and priests and all those religious people. Oh, no! I have full blown out-of-this-world powers. I can make things float. I can summon the dead. I can even transport myself anywhere if I concentrate really hard. Well that’s what my guardian said.

Oh, yeah I almost forgot to tell you about my guardian. His name is Kaji, he’s some sort of “not like us humans” kind of guy. Point is, he’s not really from my world. He’s from another dimension, if you will. He wears this really weird outfit, which is not really bad on him. I mean the tight shirt that just shapes his upper body (and he does have a hot upper body), then the pants and the large belt, with all the manly charm bracelet on his left hand and a bandage neatly wrapped on the other. Plus the dark cloak he always wore, it makes him look so mysteriously hot. And who can go wrong with the brown unruly but very attractive hair and those lovely indigo eyes…

“Serena.” A deep voice pulled me out of my musings, I turned my head to see Kaji leaning against my bedside table.

“What is it now?” I sighed, I go to Aetheron-the place where Kaji said he came- almost twice a week just to ensure it was peaceful. Kaji smirked at my exasperated expression. Good gosh, he has a hot smirk. Damn him. “And for the record, call me Sora. Please.”

I never did like Serena that much. It seemed so old…conservative. Serena Carols, nope, just didn’t work with me now take Sora Carols, much more hip, cool, me, even if it is a little Japanese. Amy, my best friend and childhood friend, told me if she could just call me Sora when we were in the third grade. She was addicted to Anime and the Japanese culture then-until now- and thus Sora became my nickname. Even my parents call me Sora.

“I was just visiting the little Fire Goddess.” Oh, I forgot to mention. In Aetheron I was some sort of holy semi-god person who controlled fire. And Kaji just likes to tease me about it.

“Shut up will you Kaji.” I went back to my musings as Kaji disappeared. So much like him, I thought. Kaji would appear and disappear whenever and wherever he pleased when he was in my world; obviously in Aetheron he could never be rude to the Fire Goddess. I sighed. Kaji was my guardian, someone in his twenties- I have yet to ask him how old he is-, appointed to protect and serve the Fire Goddess. He told me that other than fire, there were others who were appointed to the other three elements, like Water, Wind and Earth. In all we were called the Elemental Rulers, since we like rule and order and control the elements, though it is kind of tricky at first. I wondered how many normal teens were pulled away from their normal lives to be an Elemental Ruler. And bare someone like Kaji. Not that he was terrible in fact Kaji was quite easy on the eyes. And sometimes he was very nice and protective too. It was just sometimes I’d like to wring his neck.

But I did speculate how weird it is for humans like me to be turned into a Goddess, in another dimension no less. It just seemed so fictional.

I mean just a month ago I really was just a normal junior high student. And all of a sudden I got transported to this really weird place—which hurt a lot, teleporting to a whole new dimension hurts a lot! — and then I met this Council People who told me that I was some Goddess sent to protect them and the equilibrium of the barrier from other worlds( like earth) and all those stuff. Then they introduced me to Kaji and the oldest loooking man told me he was my guardian and temporary teacher. I mean Kaji was going to like, show me the ropes in this whole Warrior-slash-Goddess things until I get the hang of it.

It was warped but I could still live with it. I hope.

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*sigh* I so need to improve my writing.

It’s Valentine’s Day!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! or for the Single people "Happy Singles Awareness Day!!!"

Anyways again I’ve been thinking (and no it isn’t hard!) …about stuff, what stuff?

Well about feelings and such…I mean I’m not cold in fact I’m a "romantic", I like seeing those cute couple stuff but I can’t help but feel a nagging feeling of jealousy… I mean since it’s not happening to me and stuff.

I’ve never talked about things like these, too embarassing, but I want to. I want to talk to someone who can keep it a secret and can give me advice concerning my feelings toward him, lucky for me I have two trustworthty friends to talk with about my love life…or lack of one.

Right now I’m talking to my computer, specifically my blog. After having three entries about him in my personal journal/drawing notebook I guess typing it up would help.

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It’s 8:30pm and I’m sitting in a large comfy black office chair, wrapped around me is my new mocha colored blanket(from my sis!) and I’m debating to what I’m going to do tomorrow.  Act cute and innocent, laugh like a lady, act like "her"?

Often times I debate, mentally of course, about those things. After all I’m only human and I’m bound to make mistakes, the secret is to never let them know you did one. Which is what I do and of course poker face never fails, masks and the art of deception are my allies, I’m a bit manipulative in a subtle way too.

I make subtle signs, I wonder if he noticed them, if he even cared. Or what could have been his reaction if I told him I liked him, for quite sometime already. That’s what I hate myself for, when I get a crush it lasts too long!

Anyways, what could be his REACTION!!! Reaction is very important! Would he be disgusted? Would he shrug it off? Will he distance himself(not like he’s that close to begin with)? Will he say he likes me too?  Will he be happy, annoyed, irritated, glad??? What?! that’s what I need to know.  Because you know what? I’m scared. Scared of what might come out. Scared that he might not really like me at all. Just Scared….

Maybe things should stay the way they are? But I don’t want it. Everytime I see him, I think of soooo many things to say. And again a new question pops up!

Why do I like him so much? Love? Maybe not really sure but definitely this is a very strong like like.

Fine, I admit he IS CUTE! In his own way, but cute nonetheless. He is nice sometimes…Smart, he is. Funny, simple and yet a captivating quality.

Well, I find him really…what’s that word? Attractive?He is but not the word. Intoxicating? Maybe but not quite. Hypnotizing? Might be getting close? Maybe "magical"? I guess it could be that. I mean I’m being entranced by things he does just like magic…Sweet Lovable Magic!

It’s scary of what he has against me. My own feelings. If he knew I could be nothing but a puddle of goo ready to be a servant…Oh bugger, I’m getting overly mushy but I can’t help it. It’s something that one can use against me. My feelings. And it hurts, for him to use it against me without  him even knowing, which somehow hurts even more. I wish I could cry, but I can’t do anything more than pout, maybe a few flashes of sadness in my eyes, fake smiles…but I really wish he’d do something to make me cry, to give me courage to spill it out. To just let it go and not regret it…

But right now I’m content to his presence and to whatever friendship he has given me rights to…I’m going to enjoy whatever little joyous moments I have.

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Music: Every Little Thing ( He Does is Magic) by MYMP-a perfect song!-

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Definitely needed to get that out of my system anyways, I’m done with things like things(for the time being) and I’m ready  to tackle other tasks!!! Ja Ne!

~OWN INTRODUCTION~

Such a title shows a shoujo kind of anime, where things are sugary sweet and so very cliché.

But to inform all viewers, this anime is not what it seems. Princess Tutu is a shoujo anime since the main character usually battles through a dance, ballet to be exact. However, it does not follow the usual "magical girl shoujo" genre, it may have been its base but throughout the progression of the story it breaks its moulds and turns into a mixed genre anime.

The animation is also splendid, high quality. Each dance scene shows the characters emotion, it captivates viewers with a soft light effect giving of a glow and a few sparkles.

And in addition to all these, Princess Tutu is one of the original plotted animes I’ve known, telling stories and showing emotions in different ways such as ballet dances, narrative story-telling and conversations between characters.

~Plot Line~

Princess Tutu is a story about the darker version of fairy tales, and about reality, and the way they complement and contradict one another.  It is appropriately bizarre, but not much more bizarre than an actual ballet (or folktale) and for this reason, intrinsically beautiful.  This anime asks all the questions magical girl anime rarely ask about the nature of the heroine and of her quest, and answers them in a manner that is complex, poignant, and bittersweet.  It takes some active engagement to enjoy, for this story incorporates a multitude of elements working together in a structure that is as intricate and harmonious as the inner workings of a clock.

~How it Starts~

The story starts off with an old looking book page, illustrating the story which began it all. And a voice starts to narrate:

"Once upon a time a story titled "The Prince and the Raven" is written by an eccentric story teller who dies before completing the tale. The characters, eternally locked in conflict, become sick of the story never ending.  In frenzied disgust, the raven flies out of the story into reality, and the prince follows in pursuit.  The raven is sealed when the prince’s heart is shattered, but the prince loses his feelings as a result, the shards drifting among the people living in the little German town where the story was written. The town and its members are affected, the enchantment of a storybook entering their world altering reality so that fairytales and reality become blurred without anyone noticing what happened.  As these bizarre events occur, the author of the story, who is supposed to be dead, mutters and stirs. "

And the story begins…

~Who am I really Ahiru? Tutu? …or am I really just a duck?~

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Though "Princess Tutu" is not a popular anime I recomend you to watch it. It really shows that the barrier between reality and fiction is as thin as a thread.

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Characters and other Information will be posted later…~Also a new photo album solely dedicated to Princess Tutu has now been published. Photos will be added within time.~

Hi to all… *ahem*

I’m proud to announce that now I am an official "Ouran High School Host Club Fan"!!!amongst other fandoms…though I have yet to write a fic for any other fandom except Detective Conan and Magic Kaitou I have made icons!!! See:

And they’re my favorites! Tamaki and the Hitachiin Twins!!! They’re LOVES…Tamaki as the IDIOTIC PRINCELY LOVE and the Hitachiin twins as the TWINCEST LOVE!!! *squee* I wuv the Twincest!!!

And I’ve discovered my fascination for the pairing Hakuba x Kaito(Magic Kaitou) O.0   otherwise a shounen-ai pairing, great now I have two favorite shonen-ai pairing…ah my poor innocence(almost dissolving)

But I’m still HAPPY!!!

Now I’m cheering for TWINCEST!!! Whoo!!! Randomness!!!! And I know what Smirnoff and Margarita Mix tastes like!!! Especially after having four glasses of it!!! Wheee…..I’m running out of things to say well just go and visit my LJ account!

Come one, Come all!!!

Tee hee…I have a liveJournal Account!!! Whee!!! Do you? If so add me as a friend…I make icons, wallpapers and other graphic things except those *blinky ones*(like the animated one…don’t know how yet) so request if you want one!

I open my Live Journal account as much as possible…just tell me what you want, a picture base helps me finish the request faster!

Don’t worry if you don’t have one, you can still post…just tell me who you are and possibly leave your email add(it’ll help a lot) so I can email it to you…message me in inuyasha_fuzzyears812@yahoo.com if you want…

Or

YOu can make one and add me as a friend!!! And we’ll be LJ buddies!

*giggles*

Loves and Hugs!

Yay!!! I just got my Adobe Photoshop!!! XD and I made my new avatars and pics…one of them is my new profile background go and check…and to see all of my works go to the photo album labeled "fan’s works"

comment please!!!

Thanks…

Ja!

August 10, 2006

Meh! It took too long for me to make another journal, but who cares…

I got too busy writing stories, fanfics for DC to be exact…I just counted it and I finished 20 one-shot stories, four need to be finished chapter stories, two are one whole story and the other two are series of ficlets, drabbles and non-relating stories and 5 non-progressing one-shot…crud!…check it out at my fanfiction.net account orr FF.net…

It’s " tantei-kitty " lovely isn’t it..and while you’re at it, do some reviews too…

Kaito: Yes and most of them are about me!

Me: Ah shuddup! It’s just easier to write a story for you and Aoko..or specifically for you…

Kaito: *grins* But you love me anyways

Me: *sigh* yes I do but what can I do…

Kaito: Try witchcraft…

Me: Akako’s rubbing on you…

Kaito: meh! She’s always around…freaky witch

Akako: Heard that! *sends a bolt of lighting towards Kaito*

Kaito: AHHHGGG!!!*Jumps and screams out of pain*

Me: *sigh* Hi Akako-chan…

Akako:  Hey Kitty-chan!

Me: Where’s Hakuba and Aoko?

Akako: Behind me…

Aoko: Hi! *waves hand*

Hakuba: Nice to see you again *saying hello, with LOTS of etiquette, he is from LONDON!*

Me: Hello!

Akako: …Kaito stop jumping already, it shouldn’t hurt too much…it was only a small shock.

Kaito: *still rubbing sore part, glares at Akako* Well try it on you!

Aoko: Kaito! That’s no way to talk to to Akako-chan!

Hakuba: Yes, a gentleman thief must always respect a lady.

Aoko: *turns to Hakuba then Kaito with wide eyes*  Gentleman thief! Hakuba-kun he’s not KID!

Kaito: *gives one last glare to Akako then changes target; Hakuba* Yeah! I’m not Kaitou KID!

Me: Yes you are!

Kaito: No I’m not!

Aoko:…

Me: Prove it!

Kaito: Heh, prove that I’m Kaitou KID then I’ll prove that I’m not KID.

Me: That makes no sense but meh, *takes out photos of Kaito, Kaito putting on KID’s clothes, Kaito grinnning and most Kaito/Kaitou KID photos* Here!

Kaito: What the– HEY! Where’d you get those! *Looking incredulously at the photos* How’d you get this and this and this one…*keeps ranting*

Me: Proof given. *smug grin*

Hakuba: Why didn’t you tell me you had all those…

Me: Never asked…

Akako: My prediction came true, his big ego will be his defeat…Kuroba-kun you keep smiling for the cameras you don’t know which one you should avoid.

Me: I think she means mine…*raises hand*

Kaito: You think! *clenching and crumpling the photos*

Me: Meh, I have the negatives…

Aoko: I don’t believe you Kaito! You lied to me all this TIME!!! And you made a fool of my father! I HATE YOU!!! *grabs a mop out of nowhere and proceeds to chase Kaito*

Kaito: *sarcastically says* Thanks A lot! *running away from the mop bearing female*

Me: WELCOME!!! *turns around to Akako and Hakuba* So who wants crumpets and tea?

Hakuba: *eyes wides and big goofy smile* I do! I do! I do! I want crumpets and tea!

Akako: I’ll join…

Me: Let’s go the tea may get cold.

Hakuba: *worried face* Oh no! Tea cannot get cold that is simply not right, tea must never get cold, come on! *pulls me and Akako towards where crumpets and tea are located* Hold on tea! We’re coming to drink you!

Akako and Me: *sigh and mutters* tea-driven male individual

Me: Oyasumi Nasai minna….Bai bai! See ya! Later!

Squee! I made my first avatars using paint, pictures, and microsoft photo editor! Crappish for making graphics but gotta live with it for a while, just waiting until mom buys Adobe Photoshop!!! Then I’m gonna make Avies, siggies, wall papers and lots of other graphic stuff…

meanwhile…

go check my first five avatars and comment on them please…

My works

Title: Eyes

Fandom: Magic Kaitou

Genre: General

Rated: K+

Pairing: Aoko x Kaito

Author: kitty-chan

Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just steal them away and threaten them just so they’d shut up.

Summary: A simple insight on Aoko’s thoughts about Kaito’s eyes.

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His eyes were perfect cerulean blue.

Filled with so much mischievousness, so much laughter, so much happiness!

It never seemed to get dull, always vibrant and full of life.

In fact I could never remember a time those eyes dulled after that person’s death.

Toichi Kuroba’s death.

It had a big impact on him; he cried but still hid it, staying strong for his mother.

He was so strong in those times.

Even now, he is still strong and brave, always taking risks, taking that chance no matter what the consequence might be.

I notice everyday, even when things were tough he was still smiling not necessarily the same kind of smile but different kinds.

Along with his smiles are his cerulean eyes shining.

I wonder if he stopped smiling something would change.

Maybe if he did then his eyes would dull, then they wouldn’t be that vibrant colour, I love so much.

I feel a knot in my chest, if his eyes would dull then he wouldn’t be like himself. If his smile was gone, then there wouldn’t be any more fun times.

I think again, would I really risk that change just to see what would happen? I don’t think I could, I don’t think I want to take the risk, I’m not as strong as him.

I could never bare to see those wonderful eyes dull, never.

I could never bare to not see his smile again.

I can’t imagine how life would be, without his usual smile and his lively eyes.

And in a way I never want to know it if meant losing what I have of him now.

Him surrounded by a comfortable air.

All smiles and laughter around him.

There he goes again smiling, more like grinning, it’s so enchanting.

Uh oh! He’s coming this way and his smirking…

“Like what you see?” my childhood friend, Kuroba Kaito asked slyly, eyes still glinting with the same mischievousness and his usual cocky grin plastered on his lips.

I snap out of my trance-like state and glared at him silently denying the truth.

“Of course not!” I denied, though I know he knew I was lying, he could read me like an open book.

“I don’t blame you though, with these wonderful eyes…” he ranted on how gorgeous he was, I was starting to twitch. I admit he was almost perfect but he didn’t need to brag! And of course as his bestfriend I did the right thing.

I took hold of a mop which was miraculously placed near my desk and chair and gave a good swing.

A deep “thwack” sounded off as the tip of the mop collided with his head, making him fall flat on the ground.

I stare at his limp figure on the ground where a large bump had settled on the back of his head. He groaned, at least I know he’s still alive.

I kneeled down next to him and cocked my head to the side, looking all curious and I started to poke his head where the lump was located inwardly smiling.

Kaito.

I certainly wouldn’t take that risk. I’d rather leave it as a mystery, rather than to lose his shining eyes just to find out what would happen.

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a/n: just a random pop-up story…nothing much though I’d appreciate it if you take the time to tell me if you liked it, hate it or tell me what I need to improve…

Thanks again…Ja!