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[Original] Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 12

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 21:00 pm Headlong
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, the last days of April
Hakone, Ashi temple
Now the pig

Three months after receiving the letter of the master Oda, announcing the arrival of Sojiro in his life, a second letter came to re-edit the existence of Masanori Sato: Shogun drew him into the army. In Kyoto, the abdication of the emperor was preparing Reigen (1) in favor of the Bakufu old son and wanted to control the movements of the imperial house, so Tokugawa-sama was sending his most trusted men to patrol the estates, strongholds and temples around the capital west. Masanori A was tasked with overseeing the transition to the south, Uji, a city of temples and passage for those who went to the Lake Biwa.
"Finally something happens," said handing the letter to Sojiro, which until then had been immersed in his reading. The boy looked at the roll and he missed an amused smile, "nothing that will not happen in Kyoto, but it will be fun to pretend to play war with those awkward dandies of the imperialists' continued Masanori grinning.
"I will see you now with wearing the armor: the red demon, I call it that, no, master? "
" All nonsense, "but he laughed and immediately set about answering his master and sent to Edo directives, Matsumoto-san began to you need to prepare your trip "Tomorrow we leave for Edo, the first light of sun, so pick up our things and makes' prepare the horses," he said when he finished with match.
"Yes, Sato-sensei"
"It will be very instructive to see how you controlling a squad on a war footing"
"I can not wait, master!" It was fun to see such a good Masanori humor, his eyes shone and he kept fiddling with the tools for writing and lists what you should do before leaving Edo and what would have once taken possession of Uji.
"And before you leave Hakone do not have to do anything, master?"
"We warn the abbot of our sudden departure tomorrow morning, needless to disturb him at this time: it will already be in bed"
"Maybe you should go to greet what kind actor and return her fan "that did not escape Masanori
A Sojiro had avoided calling Ranmaru by name and noted mentally to be more careful for the future escapades, the boy did not escape anything. It was as if the same time saying that you forgive me for this but did not have to see again the kagema.
"Sojiro-kun, do not we turn around too, do you want?"
"What do you mean, master?"
"Did you know that I would go with one of them"
"The fact that you have fulfilled a need that with me you can not perform gave me trouble. I know my limits and I can not blame you for something that depends on me, but ... you could not see your expression while that Sasaki was performing at the refuge in the mountains: you were in worship. "
"It 'a very gifted artist, has an infinite grace. He would beat the heart of any man of quality "
" Do not was his artistic side to beat you and you do note that there should be hard to resist the charm of that mercenary type, but even that does not bother me too much. That boy is in love with you and I do not want you to find an excuse to still be able to meet again when we get to Edo "
" Nonsense, Sojiro-kun, you've seen too many kabuki plays. It 'a mercenary, you said yourself, his job is to recite "
" I do not usually make charges to other people, let alone one of my top, but it is true that there is a covenant between us , then for the sake of a quiet life, say goodbye to Sasaki-san. I do not care if you come back to me in terms indecorous last time, but come back! "
"I said I'd never done anything that can give you and so will be a disappointment: after tonight, do not ever see him again" said that he leaned forward and approached his lips to those of the boy, but they pushed the head to the side .
"I'll be yours when that is no longer a threat."
He had played the trump card: deny him what he had so far with ease, the perfect way to make him wish for one thing it was just forbidden from doing so. Sojiro had learned to know his weaknesses, and use them to extort what he wanted, too quickly, but it was a good boy and did not ask for nothing but what was his: he had promised Masanori to be the nenja was an indissoluble bond, was like a marriage between men, as all good and devoted wife, even his wakashu resented the presence of a third wheel in their relationship.
"Go and prepare your luggage now. See you tomorrow at the entrance of the temple "He waited Sojiro leave the room and wrote a short note to send to the House of lilacs:

Last night run to me, love me farewell at the dawn


Notes:
1) Reigen emperor (1654-1732): 112th emperor of Japan, according to the traditional order of succession. Asahi abdicated in favor of his son in 1687, which became the 113th emperor as Higashiyama

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[Original] Three leaves in the wind / Chapter 11

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Clear references to homosexual acts with minors (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt 12:00 pm The sun is not warm enough
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remember, if it were looking for inspiration!



Year 1687, April
Mount Fuji
Now the Horse

In spite of the previous days, when the sky was always clear and the temperatures were maintained in the seasonal average, now the sky promised rain , and Masanori Sojiro were climbing the path that led quickly to the shelter nearest you: they would not be surprised by bad weather along the road. Mountain weather is unstable, it changes so sudden, and who was not the place could decide to go with the sun, will also come to believe in a higher area and be surprised by the storm instead: it was their case. Fortunately there was an old abandoned temple that served as refuge for travelers, managed by the monks of the temple of Ashi: We had passed many times before in the past two weeks, as they climbed the mountain for training. Weeks had been profitable from the standpoint of studies and martial arts, but from what they had done many sexual progress since the first attempt in the thermal pools. It was like a ghost hovering between them: they knew that there was, but tried to ignore, to avoid the occasions to bring the front. The first drops fell you could already see the sloping roof of the small temple, a puff of smoke rose from the chimney.
"There are other pilgrims, apparently," said Masanori.
front of the hut some crowbars were flat on the floor and the servants are sheltered under the canopy dell'engawa. The keeper came forward when he recognized the two travelers, under the large thatched hair.
"Sato-san, the refuge is home to the company Kabuki Chikamatsu who came up here to admire the snow-capped Fuji before complete thawing, but rain forced them to seek shelter."
"How far is the next hut?" Said Masanori.
"Too much, why not go up there drenched and you will not find anyone to welcome you, open only in the summer. "
"We can return to the valley, master,"
"The rain will not last long: we ask the boss if we can divide the space comedy with their"
The keeper came back to report and shortly after a fat man, in his fifties, appeared at the door making a sign to enter.
"Samurai-sama, is never that you and your student need to remain under this hateful rain while the rest of us are here to protect and warm. Come and have a cup of tea, please, please "
The room, not spacious, was crowded with men: they were rehearsing a scene from a new drama.
"Forgive the intrusion, "said Masanori off his hat and sandals, but it was just a fancy way of saying that the intruders were their men of the floating world (1), not two samurai serving the Shogun. In fact, all bowed deeply to their input and was reserved for the closest point to the brazier.
"We were trying the climax of the new drama will be staged the following month. The master Chikamatsu (2) sent us the parts in their week, "said the actor-manager.
"What Is the drama?" Sojiro asked, more out of kindness for real interest kabuki dramas were always talking of abandoned women, unhappy men, demons or capricious.
"As a young page, who kills her lover after discovering that they betrayed him," answered the comedian.
"An original story" Sato whispered in the ear of his pupil.
"The man accuses his page to have committed a crime, in order to exonerate himself, but eventually the daymno understand that the page is innocent and that he accepted the death just to save the life of his man and lets him go" He continued the comedian still trying to interest the two guests to the opera "Sasaki-kun is a young and honest and Miyagi Taro-kun will be the wicked Asahi." To hear those names Sojiro spun around, "Oh, yes, that silly, you come from Chiyoda, you already know this story. The master Chikamatsu was inspired by an event occurring this winter Palace in Edo, he called 'Scarlet Snow'. "
"And what crime he is accused of the young Taro" asked Sojiro almost holding my breath.
"The theft of a precious sword!" Exclaimed the man to do theater.
"A sword?" Sojiro asked again.
"Yes, an ancient and precious sword that Tokugawa-sama had given to the father of the wicked Asahi. It is a beautiful story? We were just trying out the scene in which Taro confronts her lover: do you want to attend the trial? "
" No, "said Masanori dry. Ranmaru turned to him and was about to reply, but something kept him in the face of the guy who stared his grateful master. "We would not ruin the ending of the work!" He added, noticing the abruptness with which he spoke "Why do not we recite a piece of the drama 'King of oni'?"
"If you want the samurai-sama ..." Ranmaru is brought to the center of the room, his teammates huddled against the wall to place him: you could see he was the "first lady" of the company, he opened the fan who kept dell'obi with a shot in the folds of the wrist and began to move small steps from side to side along an imaginary line, a second player taken playing a small drum from the scene and a third blew a somber melody with the flute was the scene of the girl who left the realm of demons to find his parents, unaware that they were already dead for a long time, while she lived in the palace King Oni as his guest. It was a very dramatic scene, with very few shares acting, music and dance made the pathos of the girl who left his beloved, after discovering that he was a demon, to return to his world, but there was no one to waiting for her. Sasaki was beautiful, despite wearing a simple blue kimono: using only one fan was able to reconstruct the whole scene and the little smoky room became the refuge for a second story of the forest. Sojiro representation was so charmed that he forgot the drama related to the death of Asahi and Masanori the young actor was grateful to have been able to recreate the story to dispel the ghosts of their past.
When the scene ended, an eerie silence fell in the room and no one said anything for a moment, then clapped his hands and all DIRECTOR awoke from the dream.
"The sun, the sun," he said cheerfully. The company poured out to see the rays that looked out from behind the dark clouds of the great mountain top.
"All right, Sojiro-kun?"
"Yes, master, even if I was to have become a strange stolen sword "
" Just as well, my boy, "
" Yes, "smiled the boy," Allow me, master? I would go out too, "Masanori Sojiro nodded and stepped out. They had been only two at that point: Sato sitting on the tatami worn next to the brazier and Sasaki in the middle of the room, still open fan in her hands.
"interpretation exceptional"
"Why did you choose this play?"
"Because I'm the king of the Oni: I pretend I am good and kind, but they are a cruel man"
"You have killed many people with your sword , samurai-sama? "
" More than I like to remember "
" And those who killed the hardness of your heart? "
" Someone cried for a bit ', but a brave samurai more than me, a merchant or richer than me, to heal the wounds ".
"Really a cruel man! Among the wounded is also your little student? "
" left out, Sojiro-kun "
" When you come to see me again? "
" I can not afford your company "
" Even if you give out the in exchange of yours? "
" Why should you be so generous? "
" Why I love my weight on my heart like a stone " (3)
"Unfortunate man that is led by his heart"
exchange caught poetic references, a very usual in the court to conduct a courtship was interrupted by the return of Sojiro in the room.
"Master, the rain stopped, we can continue our workouts
" Arrival, Sojiro-kun. Sasaki-sensei, thanks to delight us with your art, we will keep alive in us the memory of this wonderful day "
" Stay a while '. You may return to rain later descend together on crowbars, it will be fun. Your clothes are still wet and the sun is not warm enough to dry them. "
"No sun will warm enough these our mortal bodies, we must accept the cold of the grave"
"I do not know the author of this poem" is scoffed Ranmaru.
"His name is Masanori Sato, a humble and rude samurai who certainly can not rival the elegance and culture with a popular actor."
"Farewell, Sasaki-sensei, it was a great honor to meet you in person" Sojiro said goodbye with a formal bow and Ranmaru came over to give him her fan.
"In memory of those happy moments in the hope that when you're a great samurai and famous you can still remember to this humble actor
" Do not I ... "He tried to protest Sojiro, but Ranmaru shook her fan in her hands.
"Hold it, I pray, I will restore it when, one day we meet again"
"So be it" and left the room admiring the beautiful black lacquered fan.
"Farewell, Sasaki-sensei"
"It's not goodbye, goodbye is not for those who will never see again, goodbye is the word for us!" Once again stood still staring at the samurai and the boy disappear over the horizon But this time the man turned towards him before being engulfed in the vegetation of the forest.


Notes:
1) ukiyo-e: was how to define the world of geishas, actors and other artists living in the districts of enjoyment
2) Chikamatsu Monzaemon was a Japanese actor and playwright at the turn of the seventeenth and eighteenth century
3) quotation from a poem by Hitomaro, Japanese poet who lived in the eighth century

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Three leaves in the wind / Advent Calendar 2010 Chapter 10

Title: Three leaves in the wind
Author: haruka_lantis
Fandom: Original
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ambientanta in Japan in 1687, or during the Tokugawa era, to Edo (now Tokyo). Clear references to relationships sex with minor (but it was a common practice in many civilizations of the past and have sixteen years in the seventeenth century is not like them nowadays).
Written by: my table on 24h prompt Prompt 14:00 Unique sensations
Disclaimer: my idea, my characters, my story, please remind you, in case you are looking for inspiration!


Year 1687, April
House of lilacs, in Hakone kagemaya
Now Goat

Sojiro Ito had been up all night, despite had promised not to wait up the return of the master, but when dawn had not seen him fall, he was worried. He had tried in the temple, thermal baths, in the end it was resolved groped at the Tea House where he stayed Chikamatsu kabuki actors of the company, newly arrived from Edo to Hakone.
"Your master is still in bed" he had said with a sly smile and then the old lady had served to weld the bill: an astronomical amount, his salary for two months. The old woman raised an eyebrow as he filled his pipe, "And if you wait to take it away, I think you have to commit to pay for my swords."
Sojiro suppressed the urge to detach head net and handed the bag without opening it.
"The rest of you in the evening, I did all that money with me." The woman weighed the contents to do with professional eye and smiled at the boy. "I'll give you a discount, because your teacher is a man with hearty appetites, might come back to us and I like to have an eye for good customers" A look of grim Sojiro convinced her to say the least, but accompany it by a servant upstairs.
She knelt in front of a shoji down the hall: at that time there was almost no customers and the artists or sleeping or doing exercises in the courtyard below, the plan was mostly desert.
"Samurai-sama, your student asks you" were heard noises
wrinkled clothes, a giggle and then held the Master's voice, low and husky, who had just woken up, "Tell him no." The woman turned toward the boy uncertain what to do, and then Sojiro decided to take matters in hand.
"Sato-sensei, I'm afraid that you can not hide your presence"
Sojiro's voice reached him over the shoji, and Ranmaru, amused, trying to undress the Yutaka Masanori who continued to pull on my shoulders. Do not expect to have it fall nell'okaya and the fact that I'm still nervous in the company of kagema, tangled as if the night could hide their games. He noticed suddenly that the sun was high that a new day had begun some time ago and it was time to return to everyday life.
"Sojiro-kun, wait below:'ll be joining you soon"
"Master, do not for the account of a servant, but I had to give the owner all the savings of our trip, unless you hasten and I will have to pay out in nature The old woman! "
" What time is it? "she said to Ranmaru, but they shrugged hiding a laugh behind his hand candied.
"It 's past time for the goat, sensei. Are you sure that everything is fine? "
" Wait for me in the street, Sojiro-kun: 'do what I say, damn you! "Roared Masanori; hated to be caught out by that kid then, but I hate even more that the young actor did not end up laughing," Do it over, "whispered giving a painful pinch on the leg, so that they drew in step with a fake "Ouch!". Meanwhile he could hear the footsteps of his student and waitress away.
"Angry because your child has come to take you back? Oh, what fun! We lost track of time, not often: Customers usually pay attention to those koto (1) are consumed, "Masanori
was good and the coating best and not worthy of any attention, "I'm not going to pay all the time, I promise" Ranmaru continued hugging him from behind "I'll talk to the okasan, owes me a favor, you know? Basically it's my fault, I am convinced that I have to stay. I did not want you to go away, I did not want the dream to end. I had never loved anyone like you, I felt like a vertigo of happiness, which left me stunned and mad love. Of 'well I'm a fool, but tonight was unique, never before last night I heard the excited butterflies in the stomach, or chills down my neck just heard a voice calling my name. "
" This is not the stage " the Masanori replied contemptuously, driving them with a push "And you were not playing the part of the lady deserted by her lover at dawn. You worked for me and I paid, not a penny more or one less than I had agreed at the beginning "
" shoots in the flax fields
are now loaded with dew.
I'll stay with you till dawn
even if your parents will come to know " (2)
was an old poem: a young lover did not want to leave his beautiful after a night of love, even at the risk of being discovered by her parents. It was a quote very intelligent, worthy of a man of quality.
"The dew has been dried for some time from the sun and I do not have to fear the wrath of your father and your mother. Beautiful things, like roses, they last only a day
Ranmaru smiled and helped him to wear a kimono over her dress the night, when he was ready took his leave with a fleeting kiss on the cheek, "Your child is waiting for you."
"Do not let's wait" She left the room without looking back. Ranmaru rushed to the window, holding the robe in the chest and watched until the samurai did not disappear around the corner.

"Sojiro-kun, forgive me ..." Masanori had already prepared an excuse iron when the boy came to him with an air of mock concern.
"Master, you felt bad? Why did not you call me? I would be immediately noticed. It 'Was it because you stayed too long in the warm water of the spa? Do not know what fear not to see you back there tonight and then this morning I found anywhere. The woman demanded a hateful and absurd figure did not even take care of you in an acceptable manner, or were too unwell to shave and take a bath? "Sojiro the submersible applications, without giving him time to respond. Masanori
was taken aback, did not expect a welcome like this, indeed was ready to face a full-blown tantrum of jealousy, however, the amused look that gave him made him believe that his pupil was not even too covertly, making fun of him.
"It 's been too much sake, Sojiro-kun, and I wanted you to see me drunk"
"Do you think that my appreciation to you would be diminished if I had seen tipsy? Master, nothing could ever diminish the trust I place in you! "
" I am a cruel man, man, "
" I will ensure that does not exceed more drinking, teacher, because there is a bad hangover effect ... It does not help your finances! "
Sato Sojiro laughed and followed along the road towards the temple. It was a magical night, unique and unrepeatable, and it was right to be so.
"Tomorrow you want to do a little 'exercise? We climb along the paths of Fuji and practice kendo.
"It 's a good idea, Sato-sensei."

Notes:
1) the rate of a Geisha was adjusted to time, determined at the time of burning an incense stick that koto
2) Many of the ancient Japanese poetry Shu

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Today is December 1 2010 and it seems only yesterday that I would start the Advent of 2009. In the meantime, however, have happened quite a lot 'of things, including the escape of my inspiration. I sent an appeal to Chi l'ha visto? but she has no intention of returning. The attempt with the prize Pullizer, Witch, stand!

Advent Calendar 2010 a bad idea from the beta and my cousin's heart michiru_kaiou7 , found here .



Title: Christmas trees and children
Fandom: X (Kamui: the face of love)
Characters: Fuma / Kamui
Prompt: "Do not worry about the size your Christmas tree. In the eyes of a child are all 10 meters high. " (Larry Wilde)
Contaparole: 209
Notes: 's all a parody, those who know me, you know. Seishiro-chan is michiru_kaiou7 , but it's also my little bit.

- We have to buy tree, decorations, garlands, scented candles ... - Kamui He began entering in the small kitchen of the house once belonged to Subaru Sumeragi and now his love nest and smokes.
- should we? - Smoking staring skeptic replied his companion (of the house, because companion just would not have ever accepted) through the glasses, which put more to increase his devilish charm that clearly needed.
- You promised that we would have spent Seishiro-chan Christmas together, well, you have to decorate the house-Kamui replied calmly, almost spelling the words, because Smoke was worse than the deaf when he had to dip into their wallet.
- And the tree that got to do? We have already: you gave it to one of your followers.
Kamui stared at the bonsai fir that one of the ladies of his group's support telenovela victim had given him the year before.
- is a bonsai, Fuma! - Snapped in exasperation.
- Do not worry, in the eyes of a child all the trees are 10 meters high! - Says Monou returning to her breakfast.
- We are talking about Seishiro Sakurazuka Kamui-ruled with a firm voice.
Fuma remained with the cup in the air, Kamui stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then shrugged his shoulders - I agree, chick, we have to buy a Christmas tree!




Title: Friendship
Fandom: X
Characters: Fuma, Yuto and Seishiro
Prompt: "During the Christmas period witnessed a significant fall of taste and intelligence. mature and responsible men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages full of fresh eggs and fresh cheese fermented milk "(PJ O'Rourke)
Contaparole:
306 Notes: Still parody, could be a missing moment zitellacce but that the clamp would not write anything like that.

Yuto Kiga, Seishiro Sakurazuka Monou and smokes used to have breakfast together Saturday morning and comment on the events of the week. For the most part was a litany of "I made this fall, I destroyed that" by CSM or "I went out Thursday with a blonde, a brunette Friday, I could kill the jester Koya, though it was Sunday and I let go "by Kiga. Sakurazuka was most reserve, did not gossip about people he killed, but he wanted to list every movement, speech or breath taken by Subaru Sumeragi during the week.
That morning was an article in the section "Uses and Society" in the local paper that caught the attention of Yuto.
- Listen to this Sei-chan!
Seishiro suppressed the urge to pierce the beautiful Armani jacket, a gift from Kanoe-san, with his arm and strap the heart from the chest - I told you not to call me that way, "said exasperated.
Yuto looked amused at these smokes and laughed.
- I said, you hear what this reporter says, quoting an American writer: "At Christmas time we see a remarkable collapse of taste and intelligence. Mature and responsible men wear neckties made of holly leaves and drink alcoholic beverages full of fresh eggs and fresh cheese fermented milk ".
- We seem to hear you, Sei-chan! - Fuma said second sipping hot coffee in the morning . Seishiro glared with only the left eye.
- Shut up, kid! And anyway, what about you two, the question is not confined only to Christmas - and rose from the table leaving a few coins to pay the bill - See you around - said he took leave with dignity.
- Salutaci so your Sumeragi, Sei-chan! - the songs, the two buddies.
Seishiro swore to himself that they was strangled with her own hands before the End of the World.

are out of the game, almost before you start, but as has often been said elsewhere, is a difficult month. I continue to write and to follow the challenge, but without the anxiety of the post newspaper.


Title: Forgetfulness
Fandom: The Sleeping Beauty (Disney)
Characters: King Stephen and Queen
Prompt: "If this year nobody is going to send me gifts for Christmas, do not worry. Just tell me where you live and I will come 'to take alone. " (Henny Youngman)
Contaparole: 195

If this year has no intention of sending me presents for Christmas, do not worry. Just tell me where you live and I will pick you own. Signed
Maleficent

King Stephen stops reading the letter by a herald and just hand it down the Queen, sitting beside the window, and this has left off the embroidery work to listen to the message just delivered. Noises coming from the great hall of the servants who are preparing the banquet for the Christmas party. Just a few days on the eve and the whole kingdom is in turmoil, the first Christmas after a century of deep sleep.
- My lovely wife, do not you, again , Forgot to ask Madame Evil? - Asks the good king.
- Oh, here's what that important thing I had to do - the queen moans, biting her lips.
King Stephen wearily threw himself on the throne - Run to the castle of Aurora and Philip - sort all'araldo - and 'them that we expect others to sleep a hundred years, if all goes well, and thank the Queen for this !
- Stefano! - Angrily blurts out the Queen - which then is not that Maleficent has toiled to invite us for Easter ...


Title: Mr. S and Christmas
Fandom:
Harry Potter Characters: Severus Snape
Prompt: "Christmas move a wand over the world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful" (Norman Vincent Peale)
Contaparole: 203
Notes: betata was not, possible errors Canon, HP is just a memory blurred in my mind.

just a few weeks at Christmas and, like every year, there was no room, classroom or storage room of the castle that housed the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Hogwarts who was not decked out: wherever a blaze of lights, garlands, garlands of holly and other Christmas dementia that his colleagues were able to create moving their wands. Severus Snape passed through the halls and turn up their noses when it was clear that no badasse him, set aside some spell more annoying than others, such as armor canticchianti carols. As the head of Slytherin House, required content to celebrate his boys: only a small tree decorated with red candles and a branch of mistletoe over the door of City Hall, and only because it required the tradition. Potions classroom, his undisputed reign, then avoided any tinsel, with the maximum seriousness and sadness, because students understand that was not enough for a certain date on the calendar or a little 'magic to make the world a sweet and beautiful place: the world and hated in her capacity as guardian and teacher, it was his duty to remind them that colored lights, garlands, or worse, canticchianti armor that could not obscure the harsh reality.


Title: can not always be Christmas
Fandom:
original characters: the Spirit of Christmas a girl fan of Christmas
Prompt: "I wish I could put the Christmas spirit in a jar and can pull out every month, little by little "(Harlan Miller)
Contaparole: 326

- Hey you, get me out of here! - shouted with his deep booming voice caught the spirit of Christmas in a glass jar for cookies. He was a chubby elf, dressed in red, had two little wings of a butterfly on her back, in the twinkling of each wing falling snowflakes (which is why the jar was now dramatically filled with snow).
- Already released this month, "said tonelessly his captor, a kind girl and smiling for the most part, but with a morbid passion for Christmas.
When he had met for the first time, almost a year before, had seemed a decent man and he had trusted, but rather praised efforts to revive the Christmas spirit with family, colleagues and even passers-by rushed. Her house was a triumph of decorations and wreaths, colored lights and the music echoed in the rooms of the carols and the smell of ginger snaps. A perfect hostess, had told him of Christmas Spitiro stressing his invitation to stay for the holiday season. It was in January, when he was ready to pack up and go on vacation, he began to think that he loved her guest a bit 'too much Christmas, but there tended to and she did a bit' of extraordinary extending until Christmas Carnival. When in March saw the first swallow, he said that too failed and said goodbye to her friend, but instead of letting this go, grateful for the Christmas long three months, the numb with a cotton candy expired and locked into the jar. By now it was autumn and he was still a prisoner, he could only go out once a month, 25 days, to recreate with psychotic perennial Christmas: lights, candles, garlands and cake even in August.
- You'll come out next month - continued with a smile just reassuring the girl - And then, being gay, it is almost Christmas!


Title:
Fandom:
Characters:
Prompt: "Is not it strange that at Christmas something makes you so sad?" I do not know exactly what it is not something the great importance not having tried at other times. "(K. Bosher)
Contaparole:
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Title: Conversations
Fandom: Original (BJD fandom)
Characters : Aida Montefrondoso and Okita Soji
Prompt: "I like the snow. While down there talking and it seems that time stands still. All are plugged into the house and drink hot chocolate." (From "Everwood" - Episode 1:09 "A father in the middle")
Contaparole: 230
Notes: Soji and Aida are my dolls and think and talk and do these things and other. Worry, I already say that I have some wheel out of place.

The house is surrounded by silence, the owner is at work, will not return before a few hours. Aida's dress system and passes a hand wearily through his hair, thinking it's cold with that suit and will have to ask Miss Haruka to change it. Soji realize until then that he climbed on the window and looks out.
- Soji, baby, do you? - Asks worried that could hurt himself.
- raining again-the kid snorts.
- I know it's tedious - Aida confirms with a smile - But now to come down there if you fall to Ms. Haruka will a shot.
- I like the snow - Japan continues ignoring the child's request to go down - While down there talking and it seems that time stands still - staring into a distant memory - but does it always rain here and I do not like the rain! - Ends crossing his arms to his chest and putting on his usual pout.
- Take a hot chocolate, do you want? - Aida offers with amusement.
- Chocolate? Yes, "exclaimed the happy little samurai and jumps with the athletic movement. Aida holds a scream of fright and lifted his eyes to heaven: the smiling face of his young friend is an excellent deterrent against scolding - when it rains you can stay at home and drink hot chocolate, Aida-san?
- Yes, darling - Aida smile signaling the start of cooking.


Title: Snow
Fandom: X (Diary of a secret)
Characters: Fuma / Kamui
Prompt: falls on the snow, / crave heat and also the stars. (Haiku anonymous)
Contaparole: 105

- Fuma-san, what are you doing?
- watch the snow fall.
- This will worsen your health.
- Never mind, I have a good nurse.
on the face and thin white Kamui appeared a fleeting smile, is so rare that smokes face a compliment, so, for once, does not insist on closing the shoji, but merely to cover it with a heavier tanzen.
- the snow falls, the stars crave heat - Monou the captain's voice is just a whisper, but it sounds like thunder in the eerie silence of the snowy mountain. Kamui sits next to him and remain in silence, watching the snow fall.


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Prompt: Snowman
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Title: Letterina Christmas
Fandom: Original (BJD-fandom)
Characters: Soji and Aida, I cited the same
Prompt: "Dear Santa ..."
Contaparole: 325

Soji distracted watching the TV munching on a gingerbread cookie after another. He was struck by a particular advertisement so as to draw the attention of Aida, who was practicing in the music theory in the next room.
- Aida-san, can you come now? - Called in a loud voice. Concerned
unusual for a child cry so quiet, Aida gave up what he was doing and went into the living room.
- What happens, Soji treasure?
- Who is that old man with a beard? - Said the boy pointing to the screen.
- It 's Santa Claus, silly - she replied with a smile.
- And bring presents? - Soji churches still somewhat doubtful.
- Only the good children who write a little letter full of love - ruled with severity Aida false, but immediately ran off laughing. Being born in the East and having received una'educazione military, many aspects of the modern Western world escaped the small samurai - Want to write one?
- I'm not a baby - now resented the Japanese girl - And then Santa-san will be very busy - he added brooding.
- Santa Claus has time for everyone, including older people - assured him Aida - Scriviamola with the letter, will you?

Dear Santa,
although no longer a child, I would have the same desire that I wish you esaudissi. This year anything new swords or clothes, but I'd love a little brother to play with and to practice my fencing. Aida-san is good and kind em'insegna to play the violin, Haruka-san and I buy many things and takes me around, but they are female and can not do things by the male. So this year take me a little brother, thanks! Okita Soji


Aida laughed, but said it welcomes the idea, so she wanted a baby to cherish and pamper, because Soji was a bit 'grumpy at times. Haruka, however, was not particularly enthusiastic about the request but before the eyes of one of the other and sighed - We will see ... we'll see - and went out to mail the letters to Santa Claus.