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Friday, August 31st, 2007
4:45 pm	Out of Kyoto and back in Tokyo Well, I won't be welcome back in Kyoto for awhile. I somehow doubt that will stop my Grandmother from looking for me when she's out of the hospital, but those injuries will take some time to heal! Take that, you old bag! No, I will not be discussing this any further with the "Livejournal" crowd. All you whiners should consider yourselves lucky that I'm even bothering to share my return to Tokyo with you. I could have remained holed up in a hotel room somewhere, smoking and drinking myself senseless. But I haven't. Do you know why? Right, Kanoe had Fuuma come drag my ass out of said hotel room. After doing his "thing" (again, not to be discussed), he took me back to the HQ and sat me down before Kanoe. "We want you back." "Oh, really?" I scoffed. I didn't want THEM back. "No, not really. But without your money or Kakyou's, we've got nothing," She put her hand on my shoulder. "Besides, it's your destiny." "First off," I said, lighting up another cigarette, "Kakyou is right there. I can see him laying there on the floor." "We lost our doorstop." "Secondly, fuck destiny. I'm through with all this." "Is that so," Kanoe mused, leaning right next to my face. "I think we can solve that. I paid a visit to a certain CEO..." "Whoo, you had sex with a business man," I jeered sarcastically and rolling my eyes. "What an amazing deed you have done." "Shut up and listen to me, Sumeragi! Do you know WHO this CEO was?" "No." "Mike Eisner." That name didn't mean anything to me, but when Kanoe explained to me that he was involved in Disney, my heart flew out of my chest with excitement. Apparently she signed me up for some sort of Disney mailing list, wherein every time a new direct to video classic comes out in America, it will be mailed directly to me. Also, I get to do the voice in some upcoming movie. It is amazing. So yes, tenatively I am back with the Chi no Ryu. How long will it last? It depends how many times Fuuma wants to do his thing in a single evening (it's up to 8 now...) I'm going to happy hour now. (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 17th, 2007
10:44 am	Kyoto update "Subaru," my grandmother said over dinner last night, "We need to do something about that head pigeon." I couldn't have agreed more. "Grandmother, if you have any suggestions..." "Have you tried using your ofuda?" "Yes." "Hm." That stumped the old woman, who is now no doubt diligently coming up with a solution to my problem. Or watching "Wheel of Fortune". One of those two. These past few days in Kyoto, while probably 'good' for me, have been hellish. I'm not allowed to smoke on the Sumeragi compound grounds and I'm not allowed to LEAVE the compound grounds. Well, sure, I COULD leave because like all good dragons, I have UBER high jumping, but my grandmother put this collar around my neck and... Anyhow, like the Sakurazukamori marks on my hands, it's not something one easily loses. I have threatened to kill that old bitch on several occasions already, but each of those times ends with her shaking her head and slowly walking off, mumbling apologies for not taking action sooner. I hate this. My days have been filled with chanting and the same mindless activities of my youth. My grandmother keeps trying to get me to denounce Seishirou-san, the Sakurazukamori, and my status on the Chi no ryu, but I just laugh. I gotta be me (or partially Seishirou-san...whatever the case may be). The other day she asked me about my plans for the future. "What are you planning on doing after the promised day, Subaru?" "What does it matter? The world will be destroyed and humanity eradicated." "....Subaru, you should be fighting to SAVE humanity." Why? What is there to save?" I said innocently. She pounded her fist into the table. "That's it, boy! I'm tired of your sass!" Turns out that if I "sass" my grandmother, I get to spend five hours sitting under a freezing waterfall. What the hell? I'm not training to build stamina or whatever. Psycho bitch. Speaking of which, I hear her calling. I guess I better go see what she wants. Current Mood: annoyed (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 10th, 2007
4:48 pm	Why me? For those of you looking for me in Tokyo, I feel it's only fair that I inform you that I've gone out of town for a few days. Did I want to? Not especially, but I didn't have a say in the matter. Let me explain. I woke up this morning to the sound of the room phone ringing. This was unexpected, especially since I have told no one what hotel I was currently at, nor did I request a wake-up call. Groggy and curious, I answered it. "Hello?" "Ah, Sumeragi-san?" A cheerful voice on the other end chirped. It was undoubtedly that annoyingly happy girl at the front desk. She's been getting on my nerves this whole time with her...smiles. "We have an incoming long distance call for you. The caller was very insistent we put her through." Her? Probably Kanoe, I reasoned, having found the number through Satsuki and the Beast. But why would a call from Kanoe be long distance? "Yeah, lemme talk to her." The caller turned out to be someone even more unexpected. "Hello, Subaru." My GRANDMOTHER?! "Grandmother?" Panic struck. Not only did she somehow track me down (credit card receipts?), but I haven't sent her a Mother's day card in YEARS. I bet she's pissed. Oh, and hunting down Seishirou-san, switching sides, cutting off all ties to the rest of the world, frivolously spending my inheritance, and drunk dialing her probably didn't help her mood any. "Subaru, You will be coming to Kyoto this evening. Do you understand?" Once Grandmother has declared something, you don't question it. I did try my best to get out of going. "I can't, Grandmother. Something came up." "What came up, Subaru?" She said dryly. "......head-pigeons." DAMMIT. That was the best I could come up with? As if on cue, the bird on my head (Yes, of course, it's still there) cooed. "So I've read," She replied, "Along with every other thing you've ever posted at your "Livejournal". You will come home tonight and we will straighten a few things out, young man." Wait. WHAT? "How did-" I began, but she interrupted. "Your Journal was brought to my attention last night. I am shocked and appalled at what you've been doing all this time. I had no idea how far you had fallen, Subaru." "But Grandmother-" "Why do you feel no shame for your actions, Subaru? I mean, LOOK at what you've become! You use dish soap as toothpaste!" "...it's dishwasher detergent, Grandmother." "I don't give a FUCK what it is! The point is that NO head of the Sumeragi clan should behave in the manner you do!" "I think it's pretty much anything goes in the Sakurazuka clan, though. Can't I just go by those rules instead, Grandmother? I'm the head of that clan now too..." "Get your ass on the next train out of Tokyo, boy. I mean it." Being sufficiently awake at that point, I quickly checked out and made for the train station. One does not defy my Grandmother without facing a great wrath that I was in no mood to deal with. As promised, my Grandmother was waiting at the train station. I don't know HOW she knew when I'd get in, as I certainly didn't bother calling. I can only surmise that she camped the train station out all day waiting for my arrival. The car ride back to the estate was awkward too. "How have you been, Subaru?" "...do you have a lighter anywhere, Grandmother? I seem to have lost mine." "....Subaru, you will not be smoking at any point while you are in my presence. And you are to change clothing as soon as we get home. Your robes would be preferable." "I'm not changing into my robes. They're probably too small for me now." "Subaru, you're still as anorexic as you were when you were sixteen." "I wasn't anorexic! I just... didn'twantSeishirou-santothinkmyasswasfatsoIdidn't eat as much as I couldhave. I'm not that little kid anymore." "WHAT did you say, Subaru?!" "...nothing." At least she didn't make any comments about my appearance, short of rolling her eyes at the bird snuggled into my hair. But I TOLD her that I had to sort that out before I could come and she couldn't be bothered to allow me that. I had a point, but I forget it now. At some point on the car ride, she also informed me that this visit was going to be a chance for me to work through all my problems and attempt to return to the "old me". Like I haven't heard that a million times before. But let her try. I DARE her to be the one to make a difference. No amount of familial lovin' can counteract the deep pain of angst that surrounds my memories of Hokuto-chan and Seishirou-san. To end on a lighter note, my Grandmother shared with me a portrait she had someone paint of me when I was fourteen. I had pretty much forgotten about the whole ordeal, but when she brought it out of the attic, I remembered. I think Hokuto-chan had one painted of her playing baseball or cricket. I forget. All I know is mine captured my fascination at the time with the marvelous sport of croquet. ...those were happier times... Current Mood: crushed (42 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 7th, 2007
1:54 pm	On Arcades... I'm wearing my old hat again. I'm not wearing anything else from my teenage years, but the hat, yes. Why? Because the damn head-pigeon is still there and I can't bring myself to wear any other sort of hat. So I guess I look like I'm wearing my old hat with pigeon tail feathers. BUT IT'S BETTER THAN WALKING AROUND WITH A BIRD ON MY HEAD. ...even though the bird is still there. I need a cigarette. I'll continue with my story when I'm done with that. ...I was walking around Shinjuku today when I encountered a few of my old team mates. Or rather, they encountered me. "Subaru!" Kamui cried and latched onto my waist like a...waist-latching thing. "Where have you been? It's been so long!" "Let go," I said cooley. "Ah, Subaru! How's it going?" Sorata appeared, joined by Arashi and Yuzuriha. It was a veriably Ten no Ryu picnic. "Ok," I said. "You smell as Cascade clean as always," Kamui purred, burying his face into my coat. That kid always did have good taste and a good nose. "Mmm...and Mild Seven scented clothing..." "Come to the arcade with us!" Yuzuriha begged me. I debated this. It was true, I had nothing better to do...but I'm not really on either side at the moment, so I didn't want to be seen with Ten no ryu. "Pass," I said and tried to walk past them. My progress was impeded by Kamui's clinging, but that kid is a stick. It didn't slow me down too much. Sorata did follow, though, and put a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to play anything," He said with a hint of sternness to his jovial manner, "But it would make us all happy if you would make an effort to hang out every once and awhile. What's wrong with an hour or so at an arcade?" So I eventually gave in. We went to one of those big, showy arcade places, with tons of lights and a million DDR machines (why is that game so popular? Dancing is kind of...gay. And that's coming from ME). Yuzuriha set about winning plushies from a UFO catcher (because they're "so cute" and "Inuki needs something to play with"), Sorata dragged Arashi to one of the many "Dance Dance" games (probably to try and impress her with his "mad skillz"), and Kamui kept trying to get me to do the cheap "How hot is your love?" meter hand thing with him. I did my best to angst the whole time. "Hey, Subaru. Just put your hand here. On top of mine." He begged. "No." "Come on, Subaru. It's just a game!" "No." "You told Sorata you'd play with us for a little while!" "Kamui, I don't "play" anymore. Not since..." I made sure to trail off at that point, staring pained and vacantly into space, no doubt thinking of a happier time before. Actually, I was thinking about how annoying that damn head-pigeon was and how if it didn't stop pecking at my head, I was going to do a handstand over a blender. Kamui obviously didn't figure that out and tried to change the subject. "Let's go see how Sorata's doing on DDR." So we joined back up with the "cheerful boy from Osaka", as Yuuto puts it. Actually, speaking of Yuuto... Sorata apparently was beating every challenger who stepped up to face him in that dance game. Arashi wasn't openly watching him and acting unimpressed, but from one with experience in looking pained and angst filled all the time, you could tell she was fakin' it and was really quite into Sorata's performance. Then Yuuto showed up with some coworker. What the hell was he doing at an arcade? But then I remembered that he collects arcade prizes (Ask him about his watch. He won it on some game) as substitutes for their more practical, expensive counterparts because he's a cheap bastard (That couch in his apartment? I think he won it buy earning 14,000 tickets on skeeball, but don't quote me on that). "Why, Hello Sumera-" I think it would have ended with a "gay", if he hadn't noticed Sorata's presence. "...-gi. Out with friends, I see. Hello there, Sorata-kun!" "Hello!" said the coworker, bowing to me and introducing himself to me as Yuuto...I don't know, I guess flirted with Sorata. I wasn't paying him much mind at that moment. "Nice to meet you," I replied. "Are you a friend of Kigai-sempai?" Ehhhhhh. "We work together." The coworker was confused. "Yuuto-sempai has a second job?" "Yeah," I said, "He does." Silence. "Eto, eto...so, who is the boy Kigai-sempai is speaking with?" I glanced over at Yuuto and Sorata. "Ha ha ha! You're really funny, Ni-chan!" Sorata laughed, "But DDR is not for the old and infirmed!" "HA HA! How lucky for you, Sorata-kun, I've kept up with calisthenics and I'm not quite as arthritic as many others my age!" Yuuto responded. "HA HA HA HA!" Both laughed. "...that's his son," I finally said. The coworker's already somewhat large eyes got wider. "EH!?" "Shhh." I put a finger to my lips. "It's his secret shame. Tell no one." Hm. I needed a cigarette. I fished one out of my pocket and lit up. Just then, the game began making noises, so I looked back to it. Sorata was playing DDR...against YUUTO? "You suck," I said, moving to stand beside Yuuto. He smirked. "On the contrary, Subaru. I'm a god at this game." He smiled and turned to Sorata. "'Paranoia', if you don't mind, Sorata-kun." Now, I'm not one to sing praises to Yuuto, but DAMN. That guy IS good at the DDR. Even Sorata couldn't keep up. His footwork...it was so fluid! Nothing but perfects! And he didn't even break a sweat in that suit of his! Unbelievable! "Would you like to go again, Sorata-kun?" He asked, when all was done. Sorata shook his head, but laughed. "You're really good, Ni-chan! You'll have to teach me your secret sometime!" "Ah, how touching!" The coworker whispered in my ear, "Kigai-sempai's secret son looks up to him! He must be so proud!" "That Kigai-sempai," I said nodding and trying to keep from snickering, "He's quite the daddy." Yuuto patted Sorata's shoulder. "We really MUST meet up and discuss it later, then, Sorata-kun." At that point, I decided to leave. I was tired of the lights, the sounds, and the smell of sweating teens trying to dance. I nodded to the coworker, said my goodbyes, and slipped out into the street. Oh, and I killed a kindergartener on the way home. Got to feed the tree SOMETHING. Current Mood: listless (116 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 28th, 2007
11:14 am	Help, please I was reminded this morning why I put up with the Chi no ryu Headquarters for so long- namely, I wouldn't wake up with a pigeon on my head. I know what alot of you are thinking right now. "Oh, Subaru! If you didn't want a bird on your head, don't sleep on the streets!" I know at times I might strike you as the homeless type, but let me assure you that I only sleep on the streets if I am truely bored. Since being ousted from Yuuto's apartment, I've been staying in truly classy upscale hotel. Or so I thought, until I opened my eyes today. There was a pigeon just...sitting on my head. "Get off," I said. The bird didn't move. "I said get off." I know rock doves aren't known for their immense intelligence, but really. I was swatting and yelling at it, you'd think it would have taken the hint and gone away. So, do any of you have any remedies for driving away a pigeon that is perched on one's head? I'm going to try and smoke it out, but if that doesn't work, I'm at a loss Current Mood: Damn Head Pigeons (35 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 21st, 2007
7:25 pm	SATSUKI EDIT: ( Subaru and Yuuto in a chat room ) So, does anyone know anything? Current Mood: curious (36 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 20th, 2007
12:31 pm	Times are a changing... So, I decided to go take a shower. I know that's not how I should start this off, but I'm not one to care what the lot of you think. Anyhow, I decided, having recently come back from a rather long journey at sea, that it was probably about time I did something about my appearence and stench. Again, I normally wouldn't care, but even the homeless flee from me when I approach. I even tried to feed the tree last night, since it's been awhile, and I swear it recoiled. A fuckin' tree ran away from me. Granted, someone told me that had more to do with the freak windstorm we had last night (Aoki?) than the tree seriously pulling running away from me, but I'm not so sure. And who is that Sakura to judge anyhow? At least I don't make a meal of dead bodies, you hypocritical son of a...beech...wood. Yeah, I said it. That year at sea didn't soften me, Seishirou-san. I'm still as bad ass as ever. But let's get back to the shower thing. It went beyond question that I needed a shower. I also needed to do laundry, so I decided the best solution was to do both at once. I stopped by the local shop, picked up a big box of Cascade, and attempted to fit myself into a washing machine. First thing I realized was that I needed to be OUT of the machine in order to select the setting (Permanent press, please!), put the money in, and put the Cascade in. I tried doing it within the machine, but it was pretty hard to do scrunched in a ball. It didn't help either that every two seconds, some worried housewife, or child, or laundromat employee would come back and pester me about being "alright in the head". I made it perfectly clear to each and everyone of them that if they approached me again, I would be feeding them to my Anti-social Sakura. After that, they kept to THEIR side of the laundromats. Assholes. The second thing that occurred to me was that I could not smoke during this process. I mean, I TRIED. I would light up, but then that annoying warm/cold stream of water would blast me in my face and put my cigarette out, forcing me to try again. Eventually, I found myself surrounded by floating, soggy cigarettes, a water logged lighter, and lots of grimy, but delightfully Cascade scented water. Which leads me to the last thing I learned- it's nigh impossible to wash yourself with your clothes in a laundromat, no matter how long you can hold your breath. I tried my damnedest to stay concious for the process, but somewhere between getting sick from the spinning and nearly drowning myself, I passed out. Granted, I would have accepted this watery death, as it would have brought me closer to Seishirou-san, but I guess my spinning made the machine off balance, and it tipped over, spilling me, and my cigarette and vomit filled Cascade run off all over the floor. I woke up gasping for air as a police officer informed me I was under arrest. So, after feeding the police officers to the Sakura (who didn't run away this time- I guess that means we're friends again), I still didn't get the sense I was any cleaner. I was still quite damp from the ordeal, only now I was picking cigarette bits from my matted hair and I smelled something like a mix between the bathroom in a hospital full of puking old people and the inside of a car exhaust pipe (believe me, I'm tried the whole "Carbon Monoxide" thing before. Not a plesant smell). I realized there was only one shower I could count on, and that was the shower at the Chi No Ryu headquarters. Hanging my head in shame, I came back "home", as it were, only to find the place in shambles. For starters, the lights didn't work...I guess someone hadn't paid the electricity bills. The place had a sort of eerie darkness to it, yet smelled much cleaner than I had left it. Yes, this was definately the place to get myself a shower. Just for good measure, I called out, "Hello?" No answer. Fantastic. Stepping into the shower, I pulled out my Cascade and turned on the warm water. Ah, this was a much better than the stupid laundromat. I even fished a cigarette from behind my ear and lit up. Nicotine and Cascade- could it get any better? Apparently it could. The water abruptly stopped. "What the hell?" "Ah, I thought it was you, Sumeragay," Yuuto Kigai said, walking in with Kanoe. "You're the only one who smokes in the bathroom." "Where have you been?" Kanoe demanded, quite angry. I realized she and Yuuto were only barely clothed. Ok, Kanoe was naked as per usual and Yuuto was only in his tight, black bikini briefs, which I had to admit looked pretty damn sexy... Er. At that point, any way, I demanded that Yuuto give back the water. He refused. "Yuuto will let you shower here when you rejoin our little group, Subaru," Kanoe stated. "Pffft. Fuck that," I said, stepping out of the shower and blowing smoke in her face. BAD ASS, I tell you! "I'm sick of dealing with all of you." "You look horrible," Yuuto interjected. "I thought gay men were supposed to have innate grooming skills." "I thought you would have made it to third base with Sorata by this point," I retorted. He plastered his playboy smile on and laughed nervously. "That boy from Osaka? Why? Everyone knows I love the ladies." "Subaru, stop being so vindictive. You were so much nicer when you first came to live with us..." Kanoe cut in. "Why can't we go back to those days?" I shrugged. "If you would excuse me, I'm going to take a shower." And with that, I walked out of the headquarters, finishing my cigarette and looking like I had been caught in a rainstorm. The next stop in my attempt to clean myself was the public bathes, but as expected, they told me I was too dirty to enter building and what the hell did I mean couldn't I bathe in my clothes? I was without any other options. So I decided that if Yuuto was busy banging Kanoe, that meant he wasn't at home using his shower. Kicking down his door was hardly a challenge and victory was mine, as his shower was fully equipped (not really a surprise, when you think his specialty is water). And the nice thing about house crashing was that I was able to borrow his robe (yes, Yuuto. The PIMP robe) and slosh about the apartment while my clothing was laid flat to dry. That's when it occurred to me- Yuuto is off either screwing around or doing his job most of the time. What does he really need an apartment for? If nothing else, it was some place to crash for a little while with a television to smoke. Yuuto, of course, wasn't happy to walk a bit later in a see me in apartment, let alone his robe. I played it cool. "Hey." "WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE?" I shrugged. "Same as I ever do- wonder why I continue to live when Seishirou-san is dead, smoke, take up space." He was not amused. ( Continued here) Current Mood: accomplished (51 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 18th, 2007
1:29 pm	What? Wow. Spending nearly a year at sea was an experience all in its own that, while I'm sure I grew a lot of a person, I am not looking to repeat anytime soon. I'm just surprised I didn't run out of cigarettes. So if this update isn't proof enough, Kakyou and I are landlocked again. He's still blissfully unaware of his surroundings, which is good, because I think if he was conscious, my second hand smoke would have turned him into an addict and I don't need him stealing my smokes. I wonder how the Chi no Ryu have been without our money... But I don't care that much. Being alone on the ocean for the past year has given me plenty of time to think about things. Such as how much I enjoy having mindless things to watch when I'm angsting, like clocks and toasters. And I'm sick of crab. But that's ok, I just won't eat it or anything else anymore. Seishirou-san would want it that way. I sold my houseboat yesterday. Got a pretty fair price on it too, although the buyers didn't seem too keen on my smell. You try spending a year at sea, assholes. I neglected to mention that there was a comatose dreamwalker in the trunk. That was the quickest way to ditch him- good luck in finding him for the Promised day, Kanoe! ...maybe I'll go watch some traffic now... (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 16th, 2006
4:23 pm	........ My god, why am I constantly hassled to update? It hasn't even been a full year, you fuckers. And yuutotravelog keeps updating cause he likes to hear himself talk. They're mostly lies, but he's WILLING to talk, so why can't I be left to my own devices and you all can...like, send him spam and viruses? But since you all want to hear it from my mouth, I suppose I'll be nice and tell you of my personal exploits as of late (and spare you the pain of having to read one more entry from the nutjob). I was in a mighty angry and violent state when you last heard from me. However, these days I find myself a bit...mellower, calmer, and far more (dare I say?)like I was back in my youth. Though I was sent to countless couselors and therapists, had months of Kanoe/Kusanagi induced withdrawls from cigarettes and alcohol, I think I can chalk my recovery up to one thing: Fuuma took an extended holiday Granted, he's back now, but so far I've not seen his predatory ass. I think he's been going after Kamui only as of late, which is just fine with me. With my new found respect for myself and my life, I've taken up a number of hobbies as well, such as kayaking, fishing, and croquet. For the most part, the only yelling I do these days are phrases like, "MIND THAT WICKET!" Ha ha! .....God I hate my life. So that stuff about me having hobbies was fuckin' lie. It's true I'm not drinking as much or lashing out at people as much, but I think that's because I've been living out of my car for the past month. Yeah, yeah, I have a car. I bought one when I finally got fed up with Kanoe's bitching. She should have been happy. I was back to just sitting around the HQ and smoking instead of breaking into her room at odd hours of the night, slapping her, and walking out to drink and smoke some more. "Subaru," she said to me a month ago, though, "This still isn't working." "What isn't working?" I grumbled, trying to watch TV around her. "This. You sit in the kitchen all day, you smoke who knows how many cigarettes, and you stare at the clock on the microwave until you go to bed." Damn. I know TV had gotten repetitive, but that explained a lot. "But 3:21 is my favorite show." "SUBARU! I...appreciate that you've reformed to a certain extent, but I think it would be...We would all enjoy living with you more if...what I'm trying to say is...uhm..." She obviously was looking for a nice way to say it. I wasn't gonna agree with her regardless, so I interjected, "I understand what you're saying, Kanoe. And rest assured, I will remedy the situation." This surprised her. "You'll go get help?" "No," I growled, "I'm moving out." She narrowed her eyes. "WHAT?" "I said I'm moving out." I stood up and put my cigarette out on the table. "I have the most money here of anyone. See how much you like it when I cut you all off from my funds." "But you don't SHARE your fortune with us." "So? Who do you think pays the taxes on the upkeep of this place?" I folded my arms. "It's a SECRET base," She said through gritted teeth, "We don't PAY taxes on it." "Ah, well. See how much you like it when you WANT to buy something nice and don't have a rich backer to help you." "Kakyou has enough money we can milk," Kanoe said dryly. Damn. He was gonna ruin everything, that comatose prick. "That's too bad," I said, hatching a plan, "Because we're gonna be room mates." "ROOM MATES?!" "Uh, yeah. We're leaving now. Bye." With that, I high tailed it over to the hospital to pick up my new room mate. Kakyou is a lot heavier than he looks, let me tell you, so I gave up on carrying him and just took to dragging him behind me most of the way to the car dealership. Now, you're all wondering- why a car dealership? Why not a nice apartment? You're good for it. Ah-ha! But there's the folly of your thought. An apartment is static and easily found. My new home must be mobile, so that if one place proves to be unsuitable for brooding I can pack it up and move. Also, I needed a trunk or some place to shove Kakyou, because I sure as hell ain't sharing MY living space with him. But I digress. So I went to the car dealership. Sadly, though, I found their models to be...disappointing and not at all what I wanted for a home. I also looked at trailers and mobile homes but again, I found them too impractical. I was about to give up all hope, but then I saw...IT. And as it drove down the street, I knew it was the one. Buy using Kakyou's body as a speed bump, I managed to slow the vehicle down long enough to make a ludicrous offer and buy it on the spot. I give you, my LJ friends, the first ever picture of my new home: Let me tell you- this thing can go on land AND water. I couldn't be a happier Onmyouji right now. Hm. I suppose I'll have to add THAT to my reasons of being happy too. Lack of Fuuma AND a sweet new ride. Uh oh. I think I'm double parked. Best time to move to a new neighborhood, I think... Current Mood: content (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
12:25 pm	SATSUKI HACK SATSUKI EDIT: [The following is a transcript The Beast recorded by eavesdropping on Subaru's first counseling session. I thought you all might enjoy to read it.] [Door opens] DR: Ah, hello there! You must be Sumeragi-san. SS: GIVE ME A CIGARETTE. DR: I'm sorry? SS: GIVE ME A CIGARETTE OR I'M GOING TO CUT YOU. DR: OH, JESUS! GET AWAY-HELP!!! HELP!!!! [Scuffling sounds, various shouts and profanity, lots of footsteps, blurry yelling ,things break] DR: [Pants] Thank you, Uriko, everyone. I think I can take it from here. [Hushed words, Footsteps away, door shuts] DR: Now, then, Sumeragi-san. Are you feeling less hostile? SS: Mmmm. DR: Yes, yes...just sit there. The horse tranq seems to be doing the trick. SS: Mmmm-hmmm. DR: So, it says here you've been subjected to psychiatric examination before...But they didn't find you to be anything but polite and very nice. Why is it I can't say the same? SS: They let me smoke. DR: You are quite welcome to smoke, Sumeragi-san. I never forbid you from doing so. SS: Kanoe did. Bitch took all my cigarettes. DR: Is that the source of your hostility, you suppose? SS: Today. DR: ...we'll get back to this. I need to go over a few things with you first. You're from Kyoto? SS: Yes. DR: I see, I see...says here you're a twin? SS: My sister is dead. DR: Oh?...oh, yes. I see that here. I'm sorry. She died when you were...16? SS: Correct. DR: That must have been hard on you. SS: I'm over it. DR: Now, Sumeragi-san, the death of one so close to you surely must plague you- SS: Eh. I have to dress myself now. That's really all that changed. DR: ...what? SS: Her death wasn't a big deal. DR: ...it says here you were in a catatonic state around this time. And that previous inquiries determined you DID care quite a bit- SS: Yeah, well, she dressed funny anyhow. DR: Sumeragi-san! This goes against everything the file on you- SS: Fuck the file. Where are my cigarettes?! DR: ...I can see, sir, that you must have changed quite a bit since you were last talked to. Your demeanor is- What's that you're pulling from your coat? SS: The Ofuda say, "GIVE ME A GODDAMN CIGAR-" [Sudden sound of a window shattering] SS: FUUMA?! FM: Subaru. Have a cigarette. Talk to the nice man. [Footsteps] DR: H-How did you get in here?! That window is...it's too high! FM: Don't worry about it, Doctor. I'm just here to make sure the patient behaves and is a model citizen. SS: I hate you. FM: I brought you cigarettes. SS: I love you. DR: This is...certainly the oddest session I've ever had. FM: Keep it up with the questions, Doctor. I'll just sit next to Subaru. Don't mind me. DR: Uhm, well, let's see...I was on the subject of your sister, Sumeragi-san... FM: Ah, yes. The Shish-kabob. DR: WHAT?! FM: Oh? Subaru didn't tell you Seishirou speared her like he was an eskimo hunting seal? DR: Seishirou? [Papers rustle] DR: There was a mention of a "Seishirou-san" in a previous session with another of my associates. But I thought the two were- FM: Lovers? Yeah. They were. Until Subaru speared HIM. DR: WHAT?! FM: God, does nobody tell you folks anything? No wonder Subaru doesn't have much faith in you guys. SS: Mmm...delicious mix of nicotine and horse sedatives... FM: You know, I have a good mind just to take my little buddy away from here. DR: What relationship do you have to Sumeragi-san? You can't be much older than a high schooler. FM: He's my bitch. SS: Fuck you, Fuuma. I'm not your bitch! FM: He's not willing, mind you, but he knows his place. SS: SHUT UP, ASSHOLE. FM: Rawr. DR: You're sleeping with a high school student?! SS: NO! FM: Oh, god yes! Tell him about last night, Subaru! SS: NO! SHUT UP, FUUMA! FM: I'll just take those cigarettes I lovingly bought you back, then. SS: But...but...I NEED them. I haven't smoked in 2 days... DR: This is insane! You're both crazy! FM: Hey, screw you, Doctor! Subaru, let's get out of here. SS: Works for me. DR: You can't just take my patient! The lady I spoke to on the phone was very insistant that he receive treatment for- FM: Relax. She'll still pay you. DR: Oh. Go right ahead then. Nice meeting both of you! Do come back again some time! [Am I the only one who fears Kanoe's upcoming wrath? I think it's best we all go into hiding, Chi no Ryu...] Current Mood: Uhhh... Current Music: RUN AWAY! (63 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 8th, 2005
10:52 pm	. . . . ... Why can I never just slip away? Someone ALWAYS has to talk smack about me and call me back. Actually, that reminds me of the other day... "Hey, Sumeragi, how much vodka DID you drink last night?" Kusanagi asked. Fucker. He knows I hate Vodka. "Stop bad mouthing me, Kus." I said as I stumbled off the bathroom floor where I had apparently passed out. He shook the empty bottle in my face. "For your information, that's EVERCLEAR...where are my smokes?" "I think you need rehab...or something. All you've been doing for the past year is drinking yourself into a stupor and smoking every night." "Not so." "Oh?" He crossed his arms. "How is it not so?" "I still get out. Kill for the tree. Mock that pussy Yuuto. Heh heh...oh, Yuuto, you said, sick, mother-" "That's another thing we've noticed. You've become increasingly more...crass lately." "People change, Bitch." "...we're getting you help." I rooted through my pockets for cigarettes and found them to be missing. "You got a cigarette?" He grabbed my arm. "Help. NOW." "Fuck you. Smokes. NOW." Well, apparently one does not simply tell a determined Kusanagi to fuck off, especially not if they're hung over. He floored my ass in no time. Asshole. So now I'm sitting here, awaiting news of my upcoming "counseling". Apparently, along with a paid professional fucking with my head, I have to also give up liquor and smokes cold turkey. "But the cigarettes aren't the problem!" I exclaimed when Kanoe laid down the ultimatum. "I'm just sick of the smell." "I'm not the only one who smokes!" "...the others observe the "No smoking inside" policy." Bitch. Since when did we have one of those? "Since when did we have one of those?!" I demanded. "Since you set our headquarters on fire for the fifth time in one week. Remember?" "NO! But I was probably drunk at the time! THE ALCOHOL IS TO BLAME! NOT THE CIGARETTES!" "When I enstated that rule?" "Then too...but I meant when I started the fires..." "That's it!" Kanoe slapped the desk. "YOU'RE GIVING EVERYTHING UP!" ...whore. I don't need the cigarettes. I don't need the booze. I don't need... AUGGGH! I'M NEVER GONNA MAKE IT! Current Mood: anxious (33 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 11th, 2004
1:20 pm	...what? Shalom, Merry Christmas, whatever. I don't actually care how you're feeling this time of the year. So I'm out hunting for the tree the other day, smoking my cigarettes, minding my own business when I get assulted by the salvation army. "'Tis the season to give!" A man attempting to pass as Santa chirped. "'Tis the season to leave this onmyouji the fuck alone, you mean," I said. He laughed it off. "Come on, sir! Can't you give a little?" "Aren't you supposed to just ring that bell and let me ignore you?" I countered, annoyed to be drawn into conversation with this man. "I'm trying a new approach this year," the man admitted, "In previous years, we've not raised enough. I find that talking to people gets them a bit more generous than simply staring into space and ringing a bell does." "Perhaps we ignore you because this isn't exactly the most Western-religion oriented of cities." "That doesn't mean you can't give." He had a point. So I killed him and gave him to the tree. It did cut my hunting time in half. Which brings me to my next issue- I now have a little red pot filled with quite a bit of change and a few random bills. What should I do with this new found wealth? I was thinking Pachinko, but it "'tis the season", as they say. Suggestions, anyone? Current Mood: complacent Current Music: Hmmm...The jingle of change sounds like the jingle of bells. (26 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 15th, 2004
1:28 pm	You can all stop complaining. I am, in fact, updating once again. Although, I can't say I know why there's been such a demand. Ok, there hasn't really been much of one- just two people with Memes bitching about me. Well, you can sleep easy again at night, ladies. Actually, no you can't. I'm not really in the mood to be hassled by the "Sweet Valley" twins, or whoever the hell you are in real life. I think you'll both be paying the tree a visit rather soon. Don't forget to make out a will. For the rest of you, let me relate what has been happening in my life as of late- absolutely nothing. Ok, fine, sure, there was a that sucide attempt last week. I had just finished feeding a Civil Servant (Sadly, not Yuuto. Wrong branch) and was walking along with my only solace in life (I love you, Mild 7s). Suddenly, it occured to me- my life was a lie and without Seishirou-san and Hokuto-chan, there was no purpose. Seishirou-san was...my life, my...everything. With an overwhelming feeling of angst swelling in my chest, I dove into traffic, hoping to end it all. Unfortunately, that Semi swerved at the last minute. This resulted in a 27 car pile up. But hey, watching the destruction brought about a strange, warm feeling in my heart. I can only assume this was Seishirou-san's nature, which as you may remember, I discovered came along with his eye. Knowing that Seishirou-san was still with me mellowed me out slightly and I walked back to headquarters- I dare say- with a slight skip in my walk. Kanoe, however, was in uber bitch mode. Apparently the pile up was making all communting near impossible and she had been expecting a delivery or something from some porn shop. Whatever, bitch. I found a new reason to live. I can't be bothered with your problems. Satsuki was also a bit angry...apparently the semi had been carrying a shipment of processors or CPU chips or something like that. Again, I didn't care. I just poured myself a big bowl of Lucky Charms and vegged out in front of a "Will and Grace" marathon all Evening. That is all for the life and times of Subaru Sumeragi. Clearly, I don't see the urgancy in letting you all know, but some whiners just will never be satisfied. Speaking of which, I better get on that. Current Mood: cranky Current Music: Now, where do they live... (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 1st, 2004
10:44 am	SATSUKI EDIT: Isn't Subaru a nice guy or what? From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:08 AM Subject: Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? As you may or may not know, Subaru, Yuuto's gone off and started his own team. Not that I care. Who needs that self centered JERK anyhow? I have my BEAST and that's all that matters. In fact, I'll be GLAD when we fight him on the promised day. I don't care! He can have his robot dog! I DON'T CARE! From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:15 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? ...what does that have to do with the subject? Yes, I was vaguely aware of his attempts. Unlike you, however, I actually don't care- I'm not just saying it to fight back tears of lonliness. From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:21 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Shut up, Subaru. I DON'T miss him. It's not like we were REALLY an item or anything. He spent more time with Kanoe...or Karen than he ever did with me. I'm better off without him. I hope he dies. I don't miss him. From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:27 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? In response to what apparently was going to be your question before you started treading on my territory (the land of angst is an exclusive club to which the likes of you are not invited), I simply haven't been updating my LJ. It's not like I've been doing anything noteworthy all summer. Just smoking and remembering the good times and dwelling on the fact that my life sucks. Like always. From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:29 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? What about that fire? From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:34 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? What about it? From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:42 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you NOT responsible for that fire damage from the beginning of July? I was under the impression that one of your damn cigarettes was the culprit in wrecking most of this place. From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:48 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? I don't know what you're talking about. From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:54 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Oh, bullshit. You can't pretend that you don't see any of the damage. This is a secret god damn place. It's not like we can hire anyone to fix it up! I thought Kanoe put you in charge of cleaning up and repairing everything... From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 9:56 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? I certainly don't see anything that needs fixing. From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:00 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Damn you, Sumeragi. Either fix this place up or...I don't know, go drag Yuuto back here. From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:04 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? I thought you didn't care that he was gone. From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:10 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? DO IT NOW SUBARU OR I WILL SHOW THE WORLD THOSE PICTURES OF YOU FROM LAST WEEK WHEN FUUMA GOT "CREATIVE"! From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:13 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Whoa, whoa! How did you get pictures of that?! From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:18 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Let's just say Fuuma likes to kiss and tell,... "Limpy". From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:21 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? ALL RIGHT! ENOUGH! I'll go see what I can do! I'll go talk to Yuuto! I'm going now! OK?! OK?! From: SYatouji To: SSumeragi Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:25 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? Thank you, Subaruuuuu! <3 *Chu!* From: SSumeragi To: SYatouji Date: Sunday - August 1, 2004 10:27 AM Subject: Re:Whatever happened to that journal thing of yours? ...I hate you all. Current Mood: devious (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 25th, 2004
11:42 pm	..huh? ...mdfspodkf? What time is it? Why am I even awake? I was actually sleeping for a change. ...oh, looks like I'm logged into Livejournal for some reason. Might as a well leave you with a story of the day since I've already gone this far. Today was a rainy day in Tokyo. Besides threatening to kill Yuuto for a claim he made about "marking his territory" on a specific bridge (in the end I simply settled for shoving a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup up his ass instead- for some reason, I just didn't have the energy to go the whole nine yards and actually off the bastard), I spent the day playing board games with Satsuki. Perhaps it's just my imagination, but she's been really gung ho about doing things with me recently and keeps inviting me to join her in activities she previously only did with Yuuto. Things not so good in the love life, eh, Kigai? Anyhow, we were playing Connect Four when she suddenly pushed the "board" (if I may call it that) aside. This annoyed me slightly, as I was about to put my black piece in and Connect...2. But of course I didn't let this show. I just sat, staring at her, uncaring and bad ass with my cigarette and angst. "Hm," She said, somewhat playfully, "You know, it's a pity you're gay." "Why's that?" I asked, trying to figure out if we were still playing the game or if this was going to turn into "girl talk". I may be gay, but even I have to draw the line at some generically female activities. "Because you're not bad looking," She reached across the table and brushed some of my bangs aside. At the point, she had more than crossed my comfort level (which dictates that people are to keep a distance of at least 2 feet), so I drew back. "What...are you doing, Satsuki?" I said, trying not to seem rattled. "Nothing," She said, somewhat mournfully. "Tell me- you really hate Yuuto, don't you?" Perplexed, I decided to continue with the conversation anyhow, as it turned her away from flirting with me. "I do indeed," I took a drag and looked as suave as I could, "Why?" "Just wondering. And he hates you a lot too, right?" "Oh, yeah," I snickered, "Did I tell you what I did to him today? He was saying he peed all over Seishirou-san's grave at Rainbow Bridge, so I took that can of soup Fuuma got me for when he was pretending to be nice after he gave me that fever and shoved it straight up his-" "There's no way you could be turned straight? Not even for one night, not even for acting against Yuuto?" Satsuki asked, giving me doe eyes and placing her hand on mine. I looked at it, then back at her. "No." "Not even if we don't actually DO anything? Beast will take pictures and they can just "accidentally" be sent to Yuuto from Sorata Arisugawa's email account tomorrow..." "No." "Even if you're not conscious?" She asked, looking deeper into my eyes. "What are you talking about? I said 'No'! I don't care what compromising position you can catch us in on film, even if you're not actually DOING anything! I will not-" Then my memory gets fuzzy. Come to think of it, this is the next thing I remember... WHERE THE HELL IS THAT WOMAN?! ...and where is my shirt? Current Mood: confused Current Music: Oh no, she DIDN'T...Please tell me she didn't... (34 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
7:29 pm	Give them back, Monou Fuuma: Where are my pants? I ask you nicely for the time being, as I'm sure you've just hidden every pair I own in you usual...good humor, but if I don't get an answer soon, I might get a little angry. The rest of you: Uh...right, you're reading this for some story of the day, aren't you? Uh...ano... Ok, yesterday I went to the movies- saw Shrek 2. I must say, while I enjoyed it, I felt it was lacking something. And that something, I believe, is BLOODY DEATHS FOR THEM ALL! AND THEN THEY'D BE FED TO A TREE AND I'D EAT ICE CREAM AND LAUGH ABOUT IT! MWAHAHAHAAA ...NO! That wasn't what I meant at all! That was weird. I guess...Seishirou-san? Is that you? Current Mood: distressed Current Music: Seishirou-san?! Are you there?! (46 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 20th, 2004
12:49 pm	Yuuto, you fuck Yuuto is a lying S.O.B. who will use any means nessecary to obtain his goals. For future reference, DON'T TRUST HIM. What am I talking about? Why, just yesterday I was hired-nay, invited, to deal with the angry spirit that has been keeping him from his apartment. I was told that said spirit was that of my deceased and beloved sister Hokuto, so of course I willingly went along with the plan of helping her move on to the next life peacefully. That liar. The spirit wasn't my sister's at all! It was fucking Lucifer's! Of course, I didn't realize that until I had cast a few irreversible spells. "Why isn't he gone yet, Sumeragay?!" Yuuto cried at me when I realized I had been duped. "You asshole!" I screamed,"You told me this was Hokuto!" "I say lots of things," Yuuto said dryly, "And since you've started this job, you may as well finish it." "Balls to that," I said. ...and left. Yuuto can deal with the angry spirit of Satan again on his own. Me, I've already cast a protection spell on myself, so I'm home free. Plus, there is the whole matter of faith- I don't believe in the whole Judeo-Christian shebang, so why should I worry? I can't wait to see what sort of fun loving things the dark lord carves into Yuuto's body this time, though. On the way home, I stopped at the Hagan-Daas place. If the spirit in Yuuto's apartment wasn't going to help me live in angst and remember my life as a happy, care free, molestation free teenager, I would have to do so on my own. And let me tell you- nothing like ice cream helps you remember your former life. I think I should do laundry now... Current Mood: indescribable Current Music: Where's my Cascade? (24 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
10:45 am	Smoking is the bomb diggity ripedecay has been added to the hate list. NO ONE makes jokes about my...infection and gets away with it. So, what is new in the life of this Onmyouji? Well, between fending off Fuuma, exchanging plesantries with Yuuto Kigai, smoking, angsting, slipping in and out of catatonic states, and the Disney Channel, not so much. The past few days have been pretty mellow as far as my life is concerned and I've been taking it easy... Oh, my cell phone is ringing. Current Mood: blah Current Music: ...Moshi Moshi? (52 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 5th, 2004
4:02 pm	What is THIS? You know who else just made my hate list? katiria. Oh, wait, she's there already for a picture that no longer loads in my comments.I'm not complaining about THAT, but when my images no longer work... Which brings me to the new addition to the list- Angelfire. I was using them to host my images- fair enough, seeing as they are supposed to be there to provide me with free web hosting. No, they've decided to block images? What is THIS? Oh, It's time to feed the tree. I'm serious. In the meantime, anyone want to give me any suggestions on where I can get my images hosted? EDIT:...and apparently Angelfire heard my threat and decided to make my images work again rather than suffer a fate at my hands. Smart choice, Angelfire. Although I should feed the tree today... Current Mood: angry Current Music: Who do they think they ARE? (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
12:19 pm	The hate list returns... I hate my team mates. More so than before. I'm not going to even tell you what I woke up to this morning, but let's say it did not make me a happy onmyouji. "Maybe you ought to have some pancakes," Yuuto offered with a smirk, "They might make you feel better." "They're almost as good as Kanoe's potato skins!" Satsuki added. After uttering several profanities, I decided that it would be best for my well being if I spent my day somewhere other than in the company of those fuckers. I grabbed some breakfest (cigarettes- breakfest of champions!) and my coat and stalked my way to the tree. At any rate, this incident reminded me that it has been quite some time since I mulled over my hate list. So without further ado, I present: HATE LIST STANDINGS: ON THE HATE LIST: Kanoe: If the word on the street is true, you cooked my dog. And several others. You disgust me. Kusanagi: I can only assume you provided her with the dog she used to make the potato skins. And you helped Yuuto and Satsuki go puppy hunting. yuutotravelog (Yuuto): Fuck you. Satsuki: Stay the hell out of my journal. You and your puppy eating friends are not welcome here. Fuuma: ...well, you seem to have kept clear of the whole dog eating fiasco. However, past actions are what keep you here. Sorry, man...I'm actually not all that angry at you at the moment. First time for everything, eh? ladyuranus: A quick check back to the last hate list posting shows me that you were never removed from the list. Obviously this can only mean you're not worth taking off, so therefore you remain. Unless you can give me a reason NOT to leave you on. katiria : No comment ripedecay Ditto-no comment. NOT ON THE HATE LIST (But, well, not nessecarily in my favor either) Kakyou Kamui ripedecay katiria hebei wilcoxism xian_pu dragonendalia serpents_tooth momijizukamori perivates xx_miyuki_xx disprove Shinji Shinichi PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY MEAN SOMETHING TO ME: Seishirou-san (Dead) Hokuto-chan (Dead) Kamui Chiinu-kun (Eaten?) The Tree (My only true friend...) PEOPLE WHO COULD EASILY BE FRIENDS IF THEY WRITE ME: isachi perivates (Has written) disprove (Has written) seishirousprey xx_miyuki_xx (Has written) ....I think that about covers every one. Objections? Tough shit- it's my list. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: I'm not in a good mood. (59 Comments |Comment on this)