I can make angst, sure. ♥ :D

I already wrote a Sasunaru, if you haven't seen it yet. xD

And I'll still try to make one, at least. Sasunaru. Got it.

And now I am tempted to purchase it. I have to hide it from my folks, though xD

BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!

And that when they scream "GO SHOOT" while launching their beyblades is just so SUGGESTIVE!!! And the usual shounen rival talk, like "Nag-iinit na ako!" Or something similar to HAJIME NO IPPO. xD

Bwahhahahahah!!!

Yuu and Ai it is. Wow. Ang tagal na nun ah! Naalala mo pa! xD

Christening
By Mushroom
For watermirror120
Featuring Yuu and Ai from Mutualism


"Hercules."

Yuu's eyebrow twitched.

"We'll name him Hercules."

"What kind of a fucked-up parent would name his only son Hercules?”

“Lots of parents do,” Ai argued, using his I-know-better-than-you-so-back-off sneer. He lifted 1000 Inspirational Baby Names, Hardbound Edition and waved it at his lover’s face. “This is the best baby book there is. They feature names with deep, compelling meanings.”

“There’s nothing deep and compelling with Hercules,” Yuu scoffed. “Everyone knows who Hercules is. He’s this Greek hero dude with rippling muscles.” He searched his pockets for a cig, ending up with gum wrappers and crumpled receipts. He gritted his teeth. “Seriously, I may have to burn all your books someday, if this keeps up. Heresy! All of them!”

“Names are important!” Ai insisted. “They provide our son with an identity! And they also help shape his life!”

It was difficult when he was like this. Usually, Ai was the sensible, serious one, with a raging temper equivalent to a deranged bull’s. When he was passionate about something, however, he lost all practicality and would insist on getting the upper hand of things. Yuu found it frustrating, but adorable all the same.

Fixing an image of an adorable Ai in his mind, Yuu crawled toward what Ai considered his part of the sofa, and whispered at the other man’s ear. “Hey. Why don’t we drop this whole nasty naming business and do something else?” He wiggled his eyebrows and hips for added effect.

“Stop invading my territory,” His artist-boyfriend pushed his face away and looked at a new page intently. “…we can name him Perseus, instead.”

“P-Perseus?!”

“Oh, this one is better!” Ai crowed triumphantly. “Sinbad!”

“OH GOD.”

“Sinbad it is!”

“GOD.”

“You’re not actually saying no,” Ai observed shrewdly.

“Our baby’s gonna hate us forever,” groaned Yuu, and he threw his hands up in the air, blaming the gods for his son’s bleak future. Their cat pounced on his stomach, made itself comfortable, and began licking his crotch.

Yuu winced at the slurping noises, but Ai crawled on top of him and started nuzzling his neck, so the not-so-erotic sounds were forgotten. “How could I change your mind? Hmmm?”

“Never will I ruin my only son’s life by giving him some batshit crazy name.”

“Never?” Ai echoed.

“Never.”

“Even if I withhold sex for a month?”

“Even if—what?!” Yuu pulled himself up sharply and glared at Ai, who was snickering. “No sex for a month? But that’s…that’s…you’re playing dirty.” He whined.

Ai clucked his tongue. “Pity. You’re willing to give up happiness for this.”

“This is stupid! What has sex got to do with our son’s name?!”

“Choose: Hercules, Perseus, or Sinbad.”

“…Someone has a mythology fetish.”

“My body is not exactly thrilled with you now, darling.”

“Fine, fine…” Yuu sighed, and their cat meowed between them. “…Sinbad it is.”

Ai hugged him happily then reached for a potted bonsai plant placed on the coffee table. “Hear that? You’re our Sinbad now! Oh, you’re so cute, Sinbad.”

Sinbad did not reply, but he seemed okay with it.

Haha, I think I can still make a GP one. I think. Les Miz? I'm not worthy. I did make an Eponine poem back then though, BWAHAHHAHA. (And it sucked so bad ;_;)

Guardian
By Mushroom
For star_flare
Featuring Golden Pair from Prince of Tennis

He stares. Eyes press against the logo printed at the back of his partner’s shirt, searching for reassurance. He can tell. He can tell, and he wants him to stop, but it is not his body, his life.

Sometimes, while strolling in the campus with the Seigaku team, Oishi would linger behind to observe them. Inui and Fuji would be right beside him, and the three of them would note of their teammates’ behavior for differing reasons. Oishi stayed behind because he liked watching his teammates fool around, and enjoyed hearing their happy, excited voices even without joining in. He was considered the observer, anyway, one who always looked after them. One who can tell if something were wrong.

Inui would murmur something about their antics and Fuji would chuckle, mouth curved upward in amusement. Tezuka, who walked slower than the others, would grunt indifferently. Momoshiro would taunt Echizen or Kaidoh and receive nonchalant looks and hisses in return, while Taka-san would discuss sushi to anyone who’d listen.

His partner Eiji, as expected, would shout and yell and jump around, hugging anyone within reach. An imaginary sun of brightness seemed to hover above Eiji, and it blinded Oishi a bit.

Actually, Oishi liked staying behind because he didn’t want them to catch him grinning foolishly. He could still read Eiji even if he couldn't see his face. He could tell if his partner was truly happy, or if he was being cheerful for the sake of his teammates. He knew Eiji was really happy that time, hence the genuine smile.

During a match, Oishi prefers to position himself behind Eiji, to be his support, his rock. Today, Eiji is in a state beyond exhaustion; his shoulders sag and his arms are limp at his sides. Perspiration dampens his tennis shirt and clings at the skin on his back. Oishi does not need to see his face; his trained eye tells him a million things. The vice-captain tightens his grip on the racket and chases after the ball.

I’ll watch your back, his swing says. Move forward, cos I’ll always watch your back.

Eiji collapses and he’s the first to catch him.

BEYBLADE!!! *dances* Oh god, the yaoi. ♥

Oooh, thanks for the rec! :D And thank you for reading the Sasunaru! :D

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Making Memories
By Mushroom
For wunder
Featuring KakashixIruka from Naruto


Naruto arrived at the Umino residence for dinner, as usual. Naruto arriving in a usual manner mostly meant him barging inside Umino Iruka’s house, screeching/wailing/shouting to his heart’s content, raiding the fridge, and (after wreaking havoc in the kitchen) greeting his former schoolteacher.

After executing abovementioned usual activities, Naruto was finally ready to greet Iruka-sensei. He was surprised, however, to see Kakashi and Iruka eating each other in the living room. The television was left open, revealing an old vampire film. Naruto took note of the vampire’s white, sparkly teeth as they pierced the woman’s neck on the screen. He looked back at Kakashi and Iruka and wrinkled his nose. Inspiration, perhaps.

Naruto felt weird, so he coughed. Then he counted his fingers. Ten. He still had ten fingers, at least. It was important to check them after ninja training. As the moans escalated, he stared at an imaginary stain on his jumpsuit and tried to take it off with the back of his hand. It wouldn’t come off. The stain was blue, which was his least favourite colour for it reminded him of Sasuke, and Sasuke was his least favourite person—in fact, he wasn’t even part of his Favourite Person List to begin with.

Naruto felt very cross, then.

The blonde originally planned to make a lot of noise by speaking in big, bold letters, but he continued to fidget, eyes darting from side to side, brain losing the will to function properly. Naruto finally decided to make his presence known, however, when vests were discarded. He approached Iruka and tapped his shoulder once, withdrawing his hand quickly as he did so.

His sensei responded, and promptly blushed when he saw him.

“Naruto,” he said breathily, “What are you—I mean, why didn’t you say something?”

Naruto found his voice, glowered at Kakashi, and screeched:

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE, KAKASHI-SENSEI?!”

Kakashi adjusted his face mask and leered at him. “Why hello, Naruto.”

“ANSWER MY QUESTION!”

“I just wanted to greet Iruka-sensei a good evening,” Kakashi grinned at Iruka, who smiled softly at him in return. Naruto felt a vein throb in his forehead, but before he could form very, very insulting words to call Kakashi in his brain, Iruka gave him a tight hug, which was very, very tight.

“I’ll prepare dinner,” Iruka announced after almost choking Naruto to death, and he marched towards the kitchen, humming happily.

“ARE YOU PLANNING SOMETHING WEIRD?!” Naruto demanded as he and Kakashi walked to the dining room, pointing an accusing finger at the jounin.

Kakashi’s visible eye gleamed. “Oh, I just wanted to have dinner with Iruka-sensei. It’s been a while. So, how did your search go?”

“SO THIS IS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN ALL THIS TIME! YOU REALLY PLANNED TO LOSE US IN THE WOODS SO YOU COULD DO FUNNY STUFF TO IRUKA-SENSEI, DIDN’T YOU?!"

Kakashi feigned a disapproving look. “Really now, you’re a trained ninja, you shouldn’t get lost too easily—“

“—LAZYBONES! PSYCHO! PERVERT!”

“…Says the boy who transforms into a naked female with abnormally large breasts for fun.”

“Did someone say breasts?” Iruka peeked from the kitchen, eyes narrowing dangerously. The two jumped and quickly denied saying anything, and when Iruka was satisfied he disappeared from view again.

“The thing is,” Kakashi began as they settled down on the dining table, “Iruka-sensei and I were creating happy memories. We were doing it for your sake. Yes,” he continued, as Naruto’s jaw dropped in disgust, “It is best for you. We want you to have a normal childhood, so we decided that portraying a happy, loving, and affectionate couple would give you a, ah, positive outlook in life.”

“THERE’S NOTHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOU MAKING OUT WITH IRUKA-SENSEI!” Naruto glared at him.

The Normal Day
By Mushroom
For kotomine
Featuring KaixTakao from Beyblade G-Revolution (with a few Mai-Otome references)
A/N: I placed everything I love in Beyblade in this fic. Scheming!Rei and Max, flustered!Kyoujuu, fangirly!Hiromi, possessive-over-Takao!Daichi, inner-pervert!Kai and cross-dresser-extraordinaire!Takao. AND THEY’RE IC. HAHA! (I think.) God, I love them all.

Oh yes, Takao REALLY enjoys wearing women’s clothing in the anime. FOR THE WIN.

OH MY GOD I SWEAR THIS IS THE CRACK-IEST CRACK I EVER CRACKED! AND IT’S LONG, EVEN!


***


It was another normal day for the world-famous Beyblade professionals. Kyoujuu, Max. Rei, Hiromi and Daichi were settled inside a small air-conditioned room, eating snacks and making impatient noises.

Normal was relative.

“Where the hell are they?” Kyoujuu wondered aloud. He was answered by bored stares and knowing expressions, so he sighed and slumped on the couch, staring at his laptop’s screen.

“Where else could they be?” Hiromi said darkly, eyebrows twitching. Kai and Takao were famous for vanishing into thin air during important team meetings, and when Daichi reported that they were eating each other in the woods (“It’s disgusting! Takao doesn’t even taste good, I should know because I kissed him already!” said the red-haired runt), they knew better than to go and check their various…activities for themselves.

Rei and Max traded disturbed looks, trying to shove the image of Kai and Takao engaging in not-so-wholesome behavior out of their heads. Daichi waved his arms about impatiently. “WELL! I CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER! I’LL GO THERE AND RIP THEM APART IF I HAVE TO—“

“Well, you won’t have to, cos we’re already here!” announced a cheery voice. They all looked at where the voice came from and sure enough, Takao was marching jovially towards them with Kai in tow. Kai looked disgruntled as expected, but he was even more cross than ever, most likely because Takao remembered their meeting.

Kai absolutely loathed interruptions. So he glared at all the human beings found in the room—they cowered automatically—and tried to drag Takao out of the room to resume their snogging session, but then he noticed Rei giving him a sly smile.

Kai looked down and actually noticed that he was holding Takao’s hand. He noticed. Holding hands with Takao seemed ordinary (and amazing) since he was used to it, but they definitely weren’t.

Kai felt very embarrassed then, so he expressed his humiliation by piercing Rei Kon’s eyeballs with a very sharp and deadly knife-glare. Rei almost willed himself to transform into an innocent-looking potted plant, but then Hiromi stole the spotlight by clutching Takao’s head and rocking it back and forth like a deranged she-animal.

“WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?!” she demanded. “WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE, A MILLION HOURS—“

“—actually, we only waited for three hours and eleven seconds, but then—“

“—SHUT UP, KYOUJUU!!” Hiromi snapped, eyes livid. Takao began to whimper, but Hiromi’s grip was fierce and deadly, and it looked like she had no intention of keeping him alive.

Rei and Max hurriedly tried to calm her down, while Kyoujuu groaned from the sofa.

“What’s the matter, Hiromi?” Takao gasped out when she finally let go of his head after minutes of deliberation. “Okay, so maybe we were late for like, a couple of hours…”

“—how many times do I have to tell you, we waited for three hours and—“

“…but then,” The world champion continued, ignoring Kyoujuu’s corrections, “Kai was just teaching me new techniques. We were practicing. For the next Beyblade tournament. Yeah. Just the two of us.” Takao smiled to himself, his eyes glazed and distant.

“I bet it was a really happy lesson.” said Max, trying to keep a straight face, while Rei sniggered.

“Yeah, it was educational,” Takao agreed, and Max and Rei howled in laughter.

Welcome
By Mushroom
For liquidskin08
Featuring KakashixIruka from Naruto


He is here. There are wet circle stains on the table's surface, and an empty glass. A messy heap of school notes and scrolls are scattered beneath the table, keeping his feet snug. The window is open, and a light breeze moves in, exploring the dark room. He stares. A dark-haired man is asleep, head resting on an open grade book. The man’s sleep is noiseless, untroubled—so he stands by his side for a while, listening to his calm breathing.

Suddenly a correcting pen falls to the floor, so he bends to pick it up, then moves forward and places the pen beside the schoolteacher's notes. He exhales; white mist escapes from his bruised mouth.

The man stirs at last, and gradually opens his sleepy eyes.

“Hi,” the man says. He looks happy, if a bit ruffled.

“Hi,” he replies. He does not like the way the words come out of his mouth—his voice seems rough, unfeeling, when he is actually feeling the opposite. “Tired?”

The man nods, and his hair tie falls off. Dark brown hair drops to his shoulders. "Coffee?”

“Sleep.” He answers. The other man laughs.

“Kakashi.” A sigh. The man stands up, and lifts his arms. This is his love.

Their smiles meet.

*

The next three months pass by and Kakashi is melting inside Iruka.

His absence was long, too long, so shallow thrusts become deep, too deep, as if he wants to reach inside Iruka, right through his opening and upwards, to capture his heart. He tries not to hurt; the night is long but time is unforgiving, so he pushes hard, never stopping to listen.

Iruka grants all his wishes. His lover spreads his legs unflinchingly, inviting him in. Welcome, says every kiss. Come in.

Kakashi is inside Iruka when he comes home.

*

The day breaks as he leaps from branch to branch. They are following him closely, ready to strike. Kakashi can see the path to safety, only a few yards away, so he runs like a madman. He cannot rest; Iruka will wake up any minute now, he tells himself, and he'll be waiting. The jounin remembers how to breathe—he wonders why he stopped.

I’m coming home, baby, Kakashi whispers, as the pursuers draw near. I’m coming home.

OMG, MY BRAIN JUST DIED WITH THE KOTETSU x SHINO.

Really, don't scare me like that. xDxDxD

Momoryo comin' up!

Ooh, thank you for such a lovely, sweet comment! ♥ You make me melt :D

Oh, and don't call me ate (I'm only seventeen!), just call me Mushroom. :)

OOH! Now that's definitely a challenge. Will do ♥ *scours for Shikatem fics for reference*