Diary of a Corporate Werewolf

Lady Gaga

2009-10-30T13:30:17Z

I now believe in Lady Gaga's awesomeness...

I think it's time that we have a forerunner in the music scene who is bold enough to display artistic creativity. Lady Gaga cuts it. The lyrics are so in your face.

The Virgo Boyfriend

2009-06-07T14:54:06Z

THE VIRGO BOYFRIEND

The Virgo boy is both particular and fussy, so you'll need to make a good appearance if you want to get anywhere with him. This means you have to look good AND sound good, so foul-mouthed Flo's need not apply. The Virgo guy wants a smart girl by his side, someone who understands that he may be a bit nerdy but is still a good catch.

This neat and clean dude is also likely to be wearing khakis and a collared shirt, so forget the idea of ever seeing him in baggy jeans.

Not the last of the big spenders, the Virgo guy would much rather take his girl to a practical (and not very expensive) place. Think museum date here, although a day in the park or at the zoo might also work.

The Virgo guy isn't much of a smooth talker, either, so expect a recitation of his feelings in an honest and straightforward manner. Talk about refreshing!

Much the academic, this fellow thrives on things which stimulate the mind, like chess and advanced Calculus. The tradeoff here is little time (or energy) for physical endeavors. All of that mental energy means that the Virgo boy will pull top grades, gaining him entry to the best schools. This is all part of the big plan, a plan which includes a successful career, possibly as a businessman or a healer.

Bottom line: the Virgo guy may appear a bit anxious and shy, but he's going places and can be counted on every step of the way.

On our last date, Aris acted more of a fashion consultant..telling me what to wear or what fits me best. I don't mind it , instead I find the whole idea amusing. It's like indulging on the 'exhibitionist' part of me. However, at the back of my mind, I was thinking if he finds my current fashion a bit droll (i.e. I was wearing collared shirt and jeans at that time). Nevertheless, that thought was squished my indignant and self-confident version of me.

As I read this article, I do frequently recall him wearing collared polos and khakis. Never can I convince him to wear shorts and flipflops even on rainy or hot days. He's a bit formal and the most casual thing that I've seen him wear when we go outside would be Tshirt and khakis.

Aris is definitely dependable and I'm thankful for it. He knows the city very well and that's a big help considering I can't even determine how far for example Paranaque is from Quezon City.

We do spend dates in the park and what's surprisingly good about him is that he's not shy in showing his affections .

We've been together for two months counting three.... :D

I Got it Right This Time

2009-05-08T11:33:28Z

His name is different, something that you would either find in a book or a videogame. I think that his parents are darned creative to name their kids to philosophers.

My boyfriend’s name is Aristotle, but I call him Aris for short.He’s the eldest among 8, a La Sallian (actually the rivalry among schools never really mattered to me), ECE grad and planning to continue his masters.

We’re two months and counting.

And I have the official title of girlfriend with him. He introduces me to his friends and family.

And I do believe as a pair I got the better deal of having him.

And That Took Me How Long

2008-07-24T10:44:10Z

Official Breakup was July 15, 2008 at 11:45 pm. That was when I decided to really tell him "Goodbye".....more of " I wish I never even met you. Goodbye." and then disappear. Changed my SIM, ignored his YMs....after more than a year, I've had it. All it really took was the evidence of him cheating on me.

I can take everything but never infidelity. You cheat on me and I'll leave and not even bother to look back.

It eventually made sense...his inability to respond quickly to messages, him not wanting me to go to his hometown and of course, him being emotionaly unavailable at times.

I felt like the stupidest person because before I found out , I wanted to do a lot for him (If only he would allow me to--one of which is of course being physically there for him). I wanted to make sure that he knows I value him...that he's worth to me more than what his depressed mind might think.

Then.."bam"...after this, I realized that he's doing all this just to feed his insecure ego. SO wherever you are, I do hope that you're happy with your fucking 'downgrade' and I hope she takes care of you before you die and go to hell. (yes...that's my evil furious twin speaking but that doesn't mean I'm not agreeing to it).

Wow, call this irony because his zodiac sign (i.e. Leo) was supposed to be the most 'devoted' one in the zodiac whereas mine (i.e. Gemini) was the restless, fickle and two-faced one. See how the tables have turned....and it goes without saying that astrology is close to bull.

So I'm moving on and hope for the best on my next lovelife and all the more wiser now.

Ah yes and another thing...after a few days from my official breakup, I kissed another guy.

Yes, I'm that fast.

Getting On With Life

2007-08-30T08:48:46Z

So I'm now here in the big city...I've been meeting with friends and catching up with the old times. It doesn't hurt as much as before. I'm focusing on looking for a new job (damn..It's harder than I originally thought). Manila has a lot of opportunities but along with it comes the competition.

But it's alright, it keeps me out of the rut. ^_______^

Late Valentine DJ

2007-03-22T09:04:59Z

Naruto + Bleach + Valentines Day =

Uchiha Sasuke aka Love God

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Yep, I had fun doing this dj. Done this with ballpoint pen so I can finish a page faster (and I won't have to worry about the ink). No pairings yet. Will upload more soon. Watch out for it XD

Violent Paradise Part 3

2007-03-22T08:36:59Z

Yeah, took a while for me to update...but here's the continuation of the doujinshi:

Violent Paradise

click here for the previous chapters ----->link

O, btw, I would also appreciate some feedback particularly if it's okay with you peeps for me to post it directly on this journal or if you prefer me to see it in my gallery as a link ( or if it wouldn't make much of a difference)...blah

And we all know that Kakashi's not going to make it easy for the chuunin... Watch out for the next update. :)

D O M E S T I C A T I O N 1

2007-03-14T13:23:52Z

Honestly, this is just tiring. I've been trying to post this story on LJ but I frequently end up w/ errors. Anyways, this is a Inuyasha AU yaoi story but not your typical yaoi fic (since one can't figure out who's the uke or seme or if they would be able to at least stand each other enough to get on with it).

D O M E S T I C A T I O N

Kouga is a rookie cop out to avenge his partner's murder. Inuyasha is a vagrant caught in his woeful past. Both are out to get the clever and deadly Onigumo. But will this be enough to bring them together?

Domestication
Chapter 1: First Taste

The midday summer heat cooked the Satsuga Police Precinct like a dish in a microwave oven. Dress decorum wasn’t taken as seriously as before when some people took their jackets off and rolled up their sleeves while trying their damnedest to be hit by the meager gust of wind brought upon the office ventilation.

On a certain corner of the room sat one pissed rookie cop, Kouga Ogami. Ever since he was a kid, he wanted to be a member of the police force. The promise of adrenaline pumping action and heroic bad-ass kicking portrayal of police life lured him into it, not expecting that he would wind up in some desk job, using his intimidation skills on a defective fan in front of him.

“Goddamned lousy freaking piece of shit!” he frothily hissed as his finger somehow got stuck inside the safety wires of the fan.

Ignoring the stares of his colleagues, he forcefully pulled out his finger and sullenly lay back against his chair, glaring at the uncooperative fan and the stacks of filing papers in front of him.

“Ey, Ogami, you see anyone wearing tank tops here?”

Detective Sango Uchida commented as she pointedly eyed the white tank top that he wore.

“Nope,” Kouga drawled, disregarding the implied scolding on his unprofessional outfit. ”Don’t see anyone wearing such things, Miss Sango.”

He then punctuated his last word with a bright, phony smile.

“Jerk.” Sango mumbled after giving him a sharp look.

Laughing for a moment’s self-amusement, he again stared at the fan and the stack of case reports that he had to file.

“Hey Rookie, the chief wants to see you!” Kouga grit his teeth as he glared at Manten Mitsurugi, one of the senior detectives in their department, older and more folliclely challenged than him.

Rising up from his seat, he passed by Manten and stopped abruptly.

“Your zipper’s open.”

Surprised, Manten frantically looked at his pants, while Kouga ran his hands through his hair while gazing upon his colleagues bald shiny head, using it somehow like a mirror.

And with that, he paced quickly to the Chief Superintendent’s office, nimbly stepping out of the paperweight that was thrown at him.

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Two hours after the chief’s lecture about proper office decorum, the frequent absences of his partner, and his wise ass plan of staying too much in the chief’s office just to bask in the coolness of the air-condition, Kouga took a break from the office and was now walking inside the bar where his partner, Musou Shimitsu, usually hung out.

“Hey Sato,” Kouga called the barkeep “did Mr. Unparalleled come here lately?”

Wordlessly, the barkeep handed him a white sealed envelope and Kouga, somewhat confused, thanked him and settled into a corner. He then opened it and read its contents.

I got something big on Onigumo

Meet me at the club. 9am.

Fuck! Kouga sat back, shocked and dazed. They would finally get the big fish.

Onigumo was an alias of a top corporate mogul who runs an underground crime ring. It was a public secret among law enforcers but suspicions would nevertheless be useless if not backed up by strong evidences or witnesses. Too many times the cops tried to pin him down and every time Onigumo would escape their grasp; he usually retaliated with his pack of lawyers, suing the precinct and often effectively sacking the cops that headed the operation.

Musou may be braggart and more of a competitor than a partner, but he always made good of his boasting. Now if Musou could also give him partial credit for his discovery in gratitude for taking up his workload and case files, Kouga mused, he would definitely be spending more time in the field rather than in the cubicle.

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He wouldn’t make it by nine.

Something had nagged Musou and usually his instincts were right. Flicking his half-finished cigarette, he scanned the darkening streets as he walked in a laid back manner. He was now too deep with this shit and though he was hesitant about it, he knew he had to tell his partner. This one’s too big to be kept for himself and moreover, Kouga had been covering for his ass in the office.

Two blocks from the club, Musou could not help but feel a sense of dread as he turned to a corner, a narrow street where it would lead to several alleys. Momentarily, he touched his gun and felt relieved when he felt its cold metallic sting. Oddly enough, it was comforting.

He then checked his watch: quarter to eight.

Then without warning, somebody had appeared from a corner and bumped into him. Acting on reflex, Musou roughly pushed him away.

“What the fuck!!”

The stranger regained his stance and gave Musou a deadly glare, causing the young cop to involuntarily shiver.

What luck, he inwardly groaned; of all the persons he had pissed, it had to be a hanyou—and a scary one at that. The half-demon had dog ears stuck on his long white mane which was hastily tied. He was a punk, with his ear piercing on his left ear and two healed scars on his left eyebrow which Musou guessed was self inflicted and as default to street punks, he wore a black leather jacket and a scowling expression.

Not trusting any hanyous, moreover, one that looked like a masochistic Goth punk, Musou took out the gun and aimed it at him.

“You think that would stop me from maiming you, human shit stain?”

With that, the hanyou cracked his knuckles, exposing his sharp claws.

“Just get away from me, half—“

Musou hadn’t finished his sentence as with a blink of an eye, he was shoved up against the wall while his gun skittered down the ground.

“I sure would love to pull out your stinkin’ guts from your mouth, but I hate to waste my time on a fucked up lowlife like you.”

As he was dropped like a hot potato, Musou could only choke as he stared up at the hanyou glowering down on him.

Dammit! If only Kouga were here, he’d deal with this hanyou.

He had to admit to himself, although he was more brilliant than his wolf demon counterpart, Kouga definitely excelled him in the physical field.

By now the hanyou was walking away from him.

Maybe it was intuition, or just maybe one crazy foresight, but whatever that was, Musou found himself following the hanyou at a certain distance and telling the dangerous stranger a secret.

The hanyou looked at him with a mixture of disinterest and confusion. It was gibberish, just a bunch of dates, numbers and addresses that didn’t mean a thing to him.

The dude’s more whacked up than I thought, the hanyou concluded as he went on his way.

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Eight thirty in the club. Musuou again checked his watch as he sat on the usual place where he and Kouga would meet. The rampant beat of the stereo matched the rhythm of his heart. Impatiently, he crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. The beer beside him staled, untouched. Knowing Kouga, he must have been taking his time grooming himself for the occasion, being quite vain as he was.

But dammit! Of all the time to think of looking good, Musou inwardly cursed, especially when his life would be on the line.

The whole atmosphere of the club began to suffocate him. The loud noise, the tar filled air and not to mention that bloody guy who had been checking him out for the last fifteen minutes.

Being the recipient of admiration from both men and women, Musou should have been used to it by now. His androgynous face, bright intelligent eyes and a beauty mark under his left eye made him a very attractive young man. Coupled with his quick sharp mind, Musou, as he would not let others forget----unparalleled.

He was getting antsy in his seat and as he needed to take a break from this claustrophobic place. He stood up and went out of the establishment to smoke not noticing that his admirer had followed him outside.

Leaning against the concrete wall of the club, on a partly secluded corner which was half-lit by a lamppost, Musou lit his fifth cigarette.

He inhaled deeply, sucking in the addictive nicotine as the burn of the cigarette quickly consumed its lighted end. With his head casually thrown back and eyes closed, he exhaled the smoke through his puckered mouth.

“Sexy.”

Irritated by the unwanted intrusion of his privacy, Musuo gave the man an annoyed stare. The man’s face was hidden by the shadow cast by the lamplight behind, but he had no need to think much that this man was the one who had been staring at him at the club.

“If you don’t mind, I need my space.” Musou replied in a curt tone.

“You have a very beautiful face.”

A cold hand caressed his face eliciting disgust from Musou. Simultaneously when he was about to punch the man, his admirer snuck the other hand under Musou’s jacket, snatching the gun out of the holster.

“And what do we have here?”

The man said in a taunting voice as he showed Musou’s gun, its metallic glint illuminating the man’s snickering expression.

A cold sweat broke through Musou when the gun was nudged on his temple.

“Move.” The man commanded, gesturing towards the dark end of the alley.

“W-Who are you?” he asked as he slowly walked into the shadows.

“Someone who was asked to take care of you…”

Taking his chances, Musou attempted to face and attack the man only to be hit back with the butt of the gun.

“You can’t pull that kung-fu shit on me, honey.”

His attacker mocked him in a lilting tone while Musou sprawled on the ground. He rose up only to kneel back dazedly as he felt the surroundings starting to spin. Tentatively, he reached out to feel his head and could only numbly stare at the crimson liquid on his hand.

After methodically taking out the bullets of the gun, his attacker then crouched down to his level while Musou shuffled back on a wall.

“I wouldn’t dare shoot you.” The man said, smiling as he traced his fingers down Musou’s throat, enjoying the futile struggles of the young cop.

“It wouldn’t be fun if you died quickly.”

Musou could only utter a curse before the man swooped down on his mouth, biting his lips and deeply kissing him. In surprise and shock, Musou clamped down the man’s intrusive tongue and without warning, he felt something stab him through his side. He could feel his blood flow out of him as the man kissed his throat, ripping off the front of his shirt with a sharp curved knife. Sounding off a ferocious growl, Musou punched the man’s stomach, kicking him altogether as he distanced himself to his attacker. The man only chuckled and this made Musou furious. Nevertheless, when he was about to run out of the alley, the man sliced his right thigh, causing him to limp and fall down.

He was again dragged against the wall. Wasting no time, the man pulled down his pants and his underwear, altogether wounding Musou’s wrists as the young cop attempted to push the man’s eyeballs.

Out of desperation, Musou tried to scream for help, yet in a flash the knife lightly traveled his throat, causing some blood to flow.

“You may think you’re dead, but I’ve only wounded you.” The man stated a matter of factly as he groped Musou down. “However,” he whispered thickly as he began to massage Musou’s groin. "Screams and blood would fill your mouth causing you to choke.”

The man pulled down his own pants and Musou could only stare in horror as what the man intended to do to him. His leg was roughly pulled up and he felt his orifice being probed by the hot wet tip of the man’s organ.

Suddenly it impaled him, the excruciating pain of being torn apart gave him no choice except to scream. But the sound was muffled as the man captured his lips voraciously sucking in, tasting the blood that filled his mouth. Repeatedly, he was viciously pounded against the wall and the agony of his violence only strangled him. Finally as the hot white liquid shot inside him, Musou’s eyes went up his eyelids and the blood came out of his mouth, burst like a fount, so much so that it soaked the man’s face and chest scarlet.

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Nobody would guess that Kouga was a cop when he had entered the bar. He had the look of a Saturday Night Fever reject and the aroma of someone who had been flocked and soaked with perfume samples by the salespersons of the eu de toilette department. It was understandable, except to him, as to why people mistake him for either a pimp or a gigolo. He had at one point hesitated throwing the address of a bridal shower party and instead kept it in his pocket just in case he would change his mind.

It was at 8:45 that he had sat as to where Musou had seated and waited for his partner to come.

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Blood was everywhere.

He could clearly remember that moment as if it was yesterday.

She was like alabaster, white when she died, with her wings crimson spattering around her.

Beautiful even in death…

He wrote the last words of his thoughts on the rusted mirror of the club restroom, staring at the letters formed from his blood. The first time he cut himself, he felt the sting of the wound stop his breath but a few sessions after, the pain he had desperately sought began to dull. Pain was his proof of life, and somehow he was becoming insensitive to it.

From the moment that he was born, the world tried to spat him out of existence because of his nature as a half-breed. He was named Inuyasha by the scavengers who had found him among the pile of garbage and tried to maim him and use him for begging alms.

Were it not for his demonic blood, he would have been permanently crippled. Soon after he was old enough to escape, he hid in the alleys where he learned to rob and steal. Inuyasha would have turned into another hardened criminal if he had not met her. She was a miko in a shrine near where he dwelt. When it was raining, she let him in the shrine for shelter and even though he left the next day taking some precious souvenirs without her permission, she forgave him, but not before chasing and successfully pinning him to a tree with a dozen arrows.

Needless to say, he fell in love with her, and soon enough she learned to reciprocate his love.

He cut himself again with his sharp nails. Then a scream shook him out of his catatonia and sent him back to the damp and dark restroom of the bar, staring at the name he had written not so long ago.

“ Kikyou.” He managed to say it in a whisper.

A loud crash snapped his attention towards the restroom door that was now half-torn from its hinges. Stepping in of the restroom was one irritated and semi-tipsy wolf demon.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you, man!? I’ve been screaming outside that bloody door and it’s a goddamned bladder filled-congregation out there…”

And with that Kouga unceremoniously started to open his pants as he quickly strode toward the urinals.

“It’s your goddamn fault that this club is starting to stink piss.”

Breathing a satisfying sigh as he relieved himself, Kouga surreptiuosly glanced at the vandalized mirrors and the hanyou.

“Ey, Kiki, if you want to get it over with, just cut the dramatic shit and jump inside an incinerator. You’ll be doing us all a great favor.”

“Fuck off, asshole.” Inuyasha growled menacingly.

Kouga however had turned his attention to something else.

“Wee, look at it go…”

Inuyasha could only roll his eyes in disgust.

Kouga momentarily glanced at his watch: 9:10. Musou was late, which was a rare occasion to him knowing that his partner was quite obsessed about promptness.

Something was wrong; terribly wrong.

The answer to his contemplation soon came as somebody entered the restroom, filling it with the odor of blood and semen.

“Why…Hello there.” the man casually addressed Inuyasha as if he was well acquainted with the hanyou.

“Jakotsu.” Inuyasha murmured maliciously as he began to clean and cover his wrist with bandage.

Jakotsu gave him a flirtatious smile as proceeded to wash the remnants of blood from his hair and face.

“…the last one was quite messy. You know how it is with Onigumo.”

…Like Kikyou.

Inuyasha finished the implication of Jakotsu’s sentence, preparing himself to kill another member of Onigumo’s private army, the Shichinin-tai.

Kouga stared wild-eyed at the white porcelain, restraining the urge to hurl in the overpowering stench. He had already finished his business with nature, but he still could not bring himself to move.

Musou ... dead.

With the movements of a sleepwalker, his hand slowly reached out for the gun hidden inside his suit.

From what he could smell, his partner did not have a painless death.

Murdered and raped by this bastard.

“I know it was you who killed Bankotsu and the other’s, and I am very aware that you’re dying to get you’re hands around my neck.”

Jakotsu snickered at Inuyasha through the mirrors, also noting a muted click coming from Kouga’s direction.

“Just attack me when you’re ready.”

And with that Jakotsu flung a knife towards Kouga who was about to raise his gun and aim it at him, while scarcely evading Inuyasha’s claws at a split second.

“My…two gorgeous canines after me,” Jakotsu joked as he faced Kouga and Inuyasha. "You have no idea how flattering this is for my ego.”

“This isn’t your fight so fuck off.” Inuyasha growled at the wolf demon, not taking his eyes off Onigumo’s assassin.

“Stay out of my way, punk.” Kouga retorted, baring his fangs as a warning. "This one’s mine.”

In a flash, Kouga pounced at Jakotsu with the sincerest intention of tearing the assassin apart with his bare hands. Jakotsu, however, efficiently evaded the wolf-demon’s assault and as Inuyasha came towards him, he kicked Kouga into one of the filthy water closets.

“Shit!!” The wolf’s cry echoed throughout the restroom.

Inuyasha then slashed his claws at Jakotsu with just enough proximity and force to scratch the assassin’s abdomen. Quickly pulling a gun from his pocket, Jakotsu aimed it towards Inuyasha and shot him near his heart.

After a resounding blast, the door from the water closet forcefully burst out and rammed against the mirrors, creating an explosion glass slivers.

Kouga stepped out and scanned the area looking for the assassin, instead he found the hanyou crouched down and wincing in pain as some shards had imbedded in his skin.

“You crazy fuck!!” Inuyasha screamed at the wolf demon.

“Where’s that man?!” Kouga asked the hanyou before he noticed the bloodstains marking the restroom’s exit.

“Stay here and wait for the paramedics to come.” The wolf demon instructed Inuyasha who was about to stand up and also look for Jakotsu.

“Shut up, you CRAZY ass fuck!!” The hanyou retorted as he limped towards the exit.

“Shut up and stay down, citizen!!” Kouga tried to stare down on Inuyasha while the hanyou only gave him ‘the gesture’ as a response.

Frustrated, Kouga could only follow Inuyasha as they both exited the bar, oblivious to the stares of the people around them.

“Remind me to put you on my Death List.”

“You should hear yourself whine Mr. I-Wanna-Cut-Myself.”

Outside the bar, they used their sharp sense of smell to track down Jakotsu. Chasing his scent as they passed through the damp alleyways and creaking rooftops.

“Stop following me!”

“This is police business, punk, stay out of it.”

“A cop, eh.” Inuyasha spat as if he found the word distasteful.

“Listen.” Kouga stopped and glared at him. "I’m going after Onigumo’s men and I want you alive as a witness, got that?"

“Feh!” the hanyou shoved him away. "I can take care of myself, wimp.”

Kouga snorted in disapproval. "Suit yourself then. You can follow my trail because I won’t be picking your heavy ass if you faint along the way.”

“What the---?! “ But before Inuyasha could retaliate and defend his ego, he was surrounded in a cloud of dust. Looking forward, he could see the wolf-demon running and jumping through the obstacles.

“Hmph! Show off…” Grumbling, Inuyasha followed the wolf’s direction, blatantly ignoring the pain of his wounds.

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After a few distances, Kouga was able to catch up with Jakotsu. In the narrow alley, Jakotsu stood in front of him, wounded yet smirking confidently as the wolf demon approached him.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Musou Shimitsu.” Promptly, he showed Jakotsu his badge.

A hollow laughter of amusement reverberated across the dark brick walls, its mirthless sound bouncing around in darkness.

“Unbelievable.” Jakotsu shook his head. "Is that all you’re going to do?”

Kouga clenched his jaw.

“You’re a new one, aren’t you?” the assassin taunted. "I could smell your ideals and naiveté half a mile away.”

A torrent of winds gathered around the wolf demon, his rage barely withheld.

“I’ll kill you if I have to.”

“Come on then, I’ll teach you to love blood.” Jakotsu unfolded his weapon which was hidden in the dark corner, an intricate sword which he calls Jakotsutou.

With amazing speed, the wolf demon attacked and in defense Jakotsu unleashed his deadly weapon. The chain of blades twisted, cutting Kouga’s side and spraying his blood on the walls. But Kouga could not be allayed as he prepared another onslaught and this time his fist connected to Jakotsu’s abdomen, sending the assassin crashing against the concrete.

For the first time in his life, Kouga felt a new sense of freedom when he could smell the wounds he had inflicted to his enemy. It was something animal, basic, and deep rooted in his nature.

“Ahh, now we’re talking.” The assassin stood up amongst the debris. “Our first and final lesson: How to kill.”

“It’s a shame, don’t you think,” Jakotsu swung his weapon again, sending the twists of blades toward the wolf demon. "A creature such as you repressed.”

Kouga outmaneuvered the chain swords and summoned his strength as he slammed his fist on the earth, causing a windy blast to burst outward like a geyser, sending both him and the assassin up in the air.

Gleefully, with a mixture of surprise and admiration, the assassin could not help but giggle as he sliced his Jakotsutou in midair, hitting the wolf demon back down to the ground.

With finesse, Jakotsu came down observing the wolf demon half-consciously sprawled in front of him.

“It was a nice fight. Too bad.”

Jakotsu then raised his blade, preparing to behead Kouga. Then suddenly a flash of white pounced on the preoccupied assassin. Jakotsu’s attacker aimed for the jugular, successfully ripping out a part of his neck. Kouga could only stare in muted shock and horror as he witnessed Inuyasha, eyes red and mouth covered with the assassin’s blood.

After watching the carnage unfold in front of him, a wave of nausea threatened to overtake Kouga. He hesitated to disturb Inuyasha who was standing still near the dead body of the assassin.

The hanyou’s eyes were closed as if in deep trance. A billow of wind passed, but still neither moved. Then with a thoughtful expression, Inuyasha’s eyes partly opened as his hands moved to touch his mouth.

At that instant, Kouga felt something weird. He couldn’t place a finger on what it was exactly, but it made him do nothing but only to stand and stare at the hanyou.

Their eyes met fleetingly and after a few seconds, Inuyasha again closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

It took some time for Kouga to get his wits together.

Musou dead. His partner’s killer dead. As for him, he’s back to square one with no clue on Onigumo whatsoever.

The wolf demon crouched near the hanyou and felt for his pulse. Good, he’s alive.

The assassin knew him and vice versa…Something told Kouga that the hanyou would prove valuable. His instincts rarely kick in, but when they do, they were seldom wrong.

Carefully hauling Inuyasha to his back, Kouga walked back to the streets, back to the club and to the glittering police sirens that surrounded it.

Aherm

2007-01-20T07:37:10Z

I think I've made a mistake of bringing a bottle of Bailey's in my home. This morning my sister informed me that they( her and my youngest brother) each drank a shot of Bailey's thinking it was cream and that it's like table wine that was served last Christmas.

The Irish cream had 17% alcohol in it. Not good...I dread to think of me being responsible of turning my younger brother into an alcoholic someday.

Violent Paradise Part 2

2006-12-15T12:38:48Z

Ah, so where am I....

It's been quite a while since I've posted in the community. Here is the continuation of the crack series :

Violent Paradise
Here's what had happened last time:

Prologue 1 ----> http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f364/i_am_b-wolf/pg1.jpg

Prologue 2 -----> http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f364/i_am_b-wolf/pg2bcopy.jpg

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Iruka gets his revenge on the next series...but apparently with a more embarrassingly compromising consequence....(whew that was a mouthful!)

Death Ain't Pretty : A Kakairu Dark Doujinshi

2006-12-15T11:44:58Z

This should have been released in November...but my drive crashed. So I have to make do of December .This doujinshi should have it's icon like Violent Paradise, I'll think of something later. Though it's out of theme.Here is :

'Death Ain't Pretty'
A KakaIru Dark Doujinshi:

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Prologue Page2:

Prologue Page 3:

Prologue Title Page:

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Coming up on the next issue....
Umino Iruka awakes to a world and time much different from before. While the youngest yet most dangerous ANBU member, Hatake Kakashi, investigates the mysterious massacre of a small country.

Samurai Champloo Rocks!!!!

2006-10-31T13:26:38Z

Man! I've just finished the last episode of Samurai Champloo and I have officially fallen head over heels with this anime series.
Awesome plotline, characters and kick ass soundtrack. Hiphop and jazz all infused in a samurai flick. The result is definitely out of this world!!

I would expect less from the creators of Cowboy Bebop. CB also has an awesome soundtrack but it's more of jazz.

Samurai Champloo rarely takes itself too seriously. Here you will find some unexpected things i.e. love the Yoshitsune rap, the baseball episode etc. (can't spoil too much).The characters are just so dynamically alive to each other. My favorite among the lead characters is Jin. The guy is a typical serious character but he has his flaky and eccentric moments that makes me laugh out loud.
Oh, did I mention that I just adore his deep voice. *drool*

I really REALLY recommend watching this series.

There's YouTube for you. You definitely won't be regretting this.

A Procrastinator's Guide to Cramming

2006-09-30T10:58:02Z

After reading countless self-help books and listening to a couple of sermons from your teacher, mother and perhaps your inner righteous self (this occurs often if you are the introvert type) ,you still procrastinate. This behaviour becomes a problem when you find yourself cramming for an assignment, exam or a project(if you have already graduated).

I admit I'm not an expert on everything, but what I tell you is based from my experience. Feel free to add yours:

1.) For an exam, my Psych professor once told me that your mood affects your memory. Let me elaborate: if you study happy, you would more likely remember more what you have learned/crammed if you take the test happy. But of course this one has limitations, such as if you study drunk , I'd say good luck if they even let you in school.

2.) Another advice when taking the test is that the first answer that comes to your mind, is usually the correct one.

3.) If you have trouble keeping awake late at night and espresso has the effect of water to you, try this concoction: Put an energy drink in the freezer for a couple of hours . Then open the bottle and down it in one drink. (Tell me how it turned out if you happen to try this one)

4.) Murphy's Law will always occur when you are cramming. It's a given. So if you happen to be typing a paper, always remember to SAVE!! Just keep saving or typing CTRL+S every once in a while. Every after one paragraph or every other bright idea that you have typed. Because when you're typing, your stupid brother might trip over the wire or a sudden blackout might occur. Fate is just damned creative with this.

5.)Can't think of topic? or having a writer's block when making that essay that is due for gasp! tomorrow? There is a saying: Write in white heat and edit in cold blood. Translation: Force yourself to stick to one topic and write anything that pertains to it. Don't look back and don't even bother to erase. After you have finished your draft. Leave it after a few hours or an hour if you haven't got the time, look over it again and edit.

6.)If it's a project(such as a 3-week project shortened to 1 night), one must delegate!! Any task will be finished earlier if you assign task to people you can depend...or really simple work to people you're not sure you can depend. There is your family, your really close friends or even your boyfried/girlfriend.

7.) And if your boss is panicking, because he/she wants those last changes to be implemented to your work, do not be a kiss-ass and also panic. Try to relax or pretend to be relaxed(do not of course overboard on this because your boss might think that you don't give a flying f*ck about your job and you will ultimately find yourself looking for a new one) because you want to show her/him that you can be calm under pressure *snicker*. If Murphy's Law is working it's magic, and the printer/computer/(insert office equipment) broke down, assign the all the believable blame to that inanimate object.You will soon have a new printer/computer/(insert office equipment).

So far these are the advice that I can give you. You can use it in your moment of cramming, when you're still kicking yourself and promise to *not* procrastinate next time.

Like we haven't heard that one before.

My Life So Far

2006-09-29T11:57:30Z

Someone told me before that you have to change at least once a year.

Now another year is ending and I'm faced with another crossroad. I'm here with my family in Davao. It's comfortable here. Never had to worry about where to eat,where to wash my clothes and wonder if I would be able to pay the rent.

I always feel that I have to prove myself. Always I've wondered my place in this world. Because I know it's where I would likely succeed.

Should I make a radical career shift and change from my HRMD line of experience to somewhere I'm good at (like art/graphics)?

The thought of it is impractical and it scares me. But I don't want to get to the point where I would wonder what might have been if I've been true to what I want.

And maybe I don't want to leave him. It's not even clear between us (if there is even an 'us' from the start).

I have written down the question he had asked to me twice. I hadn't answered him directly because I can't articulate my thoughts before.

And honestly I would feel like a hypocrite if I say this to him:

" And I was told that love is effort.

If it were just effort this would mean to say that love is merely a verb or an action. And every action needs to have a motive. Such as you eat because you are hungry , you fight because you are mad. But if love is merely an action then what is its motive?

Do you love because you are hungry? Or because you are in pain?

The implication is dreary and fatalistic. You love or are beloved because something is expected in return. This kind of love is unconditional. It is not real.

Yet whoever said that is half right. Love takes effort. It is both action and emotion. You feel love . At times it is intense that it leaves you staggering and overwhelmed. At times, it is subtle like the warmth of a candle.

Yet just like any emotion, to be realized, love must be acted upon. One cannot say that he or she loves someon and not show it.

You fell in love with someone because you see something good in him/her and you continue to love because you want him to become better. Love changes a person. Even the hardiest, most difficult people and they are the ones who need it most.

Some are afraid to love because of this fact. They dislike surrendering themselves to someone.Of being tied down and controlled.

Freedom is useless if one can't choose. To use freedom...you have to give it up. You have to commit at some point at someone. Because if you don't, you would have no anchor in life.

And also how can you expect to grow if you don't change?"

I realize at this point that going back to Manila is not a matter of 'if' but of 'when'.

*sigh*

Karma Bit me on the ass

2006-08-20T09:12:51Z

My officemate invited me along with my fellow office workers to a videoke before the long holidays.

He had a nice voice.Since he was my sort of neighbor,he would sing a few tunes and I would
f*ck up my data listening to him.
He had a gregarious and outgoing nature. Making friends here and there.
He was shameless and a more shameless flirt.

So we ate, then drank, sang then drank some more. He was the first one to get inebrieted (since he was stupid enough to drink on an empty stomach).

A few hours after, he was dancing with another guy.One of his closest friends.And I don't mean the ballroom kind.

In front of me and other co-workers,were ass-drunk but we still know our limits.

There are times that he would pull up his friend's shirt up, exposing his torso.

It would have been such a nice reference for my yaoi fics and art.

Except that I liked the guy.

Yes, hello Karma.

Monkey Business

2006-03-29T13:53:38Z

Can you believe it?

The management just asked me to collect names of employees born under the Year of the Monkey.

The reason?

We are planning to move to another building and apparently by some sort of feng shui, people under that zodiac sign will bring bad luck on that certain date of relocation. Thus the management is seriously and I mean seriously not allowing them to help.

Ironically, most of them are drivers.That order would certainly be all right with them since they would be doing most of the work if ever.

I really thought they were joking. I still can't believe it until now.

New Journal!

2006-03-18T17:54:36Z

After weeks of planning and just plain thinking of redoing my journal, I finally changed the style of my blog.

Will probably expound more on it on my userinfo.But I'm dead tired and ready to drop down and sleep...but I would appreciate any comments and constructive criticism from you guys!

Thanks.

Dreams of a Procrastinator

2006-03-03T14:49:36Z

Planning to change the whole outlook and style of my blog..someday.

"You better be okay."

2006-03-03T14:41:36Z

My work is sort of a love-hate thing.

I like my job. I used to have that notion that the Human Resources Dept. is like the guidance center for a company.

I would like to not only kick myself in the head but also stab and bury myself six feet under for thinking such a stupid and naive concept.

Employees hate the HR. My ex-boss would incredolously ask me: " No one hates you ?". And I say: " No, Is that normal?" (Either no one really hates me in the branch that I'm working with or I'm really dense and I just don't give a damn since I'm over the top of my head with files files and freakng files)

I'm now laughing when I think of what I had been through two years ago. The jurassic dot matrix printer that the HR dept (moi), the Purchasing department (my neighbor and also a one-man-department )and the Insurance department (thankfully two people) are sharing. My overstressed ex-boss who spends her off-hours going to the arcade just to exercise on the dance-dance revo thing while I shoot dead zombies on my right hand and carry our suitcases on my left .

Still I don't consider myself disillusioned when it comes to work. I like what I do and I get miserable if I don't do it right (With that kind of attitude, I will probably die before forty).

Baby, It's called Time Management

2006-02-16T13:51:57Z

There is so many things that I'm ignorant of.One of which is doing decent icons.After browsing through naruto_icons and icon_tutorial , I've become painfully aware of how lacking I am in creativity.

I mean what is the use of drawing decently and those stacks of Naruto cds if I can't make a good icon or banner...whatever. The Hinata icon is cute but I definitely think it's begging for a makeover.

Hmm, I hope I could convince an art trade with someone who's good in making icons. Sort of, make an icon from one of my sketches or paintings then he or she in turn would make an art request.

So anyone willing to take the job?

Work and Other Hazards...

2006-02-12T13:29:39Z

I was only 4 months in my job. Working in my home province is definitely different from the capital. Though the pay was much smaller, the scope of my responsibility was wider and people here were more friendly.

Having undergone a lot of exams and interviews, I was familiar with the application process and it was the very first (and I believe only time) that I was given a biscuit when I was taking the test. The small and surprising gesture cemented my resolve to take this job.

When I brought this up months later, my manager claimed credit for that act of kindness. But I didn't remember who gave me that cracker, all I recalled that it was blueberry and I was really hungry at that time( the exam took too long and it was lunch).

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We were all women in the department. With the exception of Jojo, who did not exactly count since he worked for another affiliated company.

And being of the female kind, there was an ongoing contest among them on who would loose the most pounds. I didn't join since I don't care how much I eat and I eventually loose it to stress anyway.

When it comes to looking good, my boss is very conscious with it. She recently announced that she colored her hair and we were like :"Um...what color exactly?".
Her hair is still black and I could not see any changes from before.
Being new I was a bit diplomatic. "Perhaps it would show on a certain light or angle..."like a mood ring
My collegue from ER was not so subtle and said that she was ripped off.

This went on for a couple for a couple of weeks,wherein my boss would convince us about her hair color and it was just too tempting not to answer back and tell her otherwise.
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Just last week , we were discussing about the 'harrasment' in one of our far-flung companies. The company was engaged in the logging business. We plant the trees for it to be harvested.It was situated in forested areas were rebel guerillas usually hide and train. Thus we also have concessionaire forest guard in that company.

I have heard of the horror stories that occurred in that area. But this was the first time that I've heard one in detail.

The staffhouse was where guests would stay and it was also the very first place to be reached to the logging area.

It was five in the morning when it happened. Rebels came inside the bunk and fired indescriminately fired their rifles. Those who were still sleeping were killed instantly. There were two who survived.One lived because he slept early and was up and out for breakfast. The other also survived because he was in the bathroom at that time.
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I still want to work here. I probably get to go to that area too. Not that I'm scared or anything.

I WON AN AWARD and Scanlation Recs

2006-02-06T15:57:39Z

My art Kouga Fanservice won the Best Overall Artwork January 2006 !!!

Much love and gratitude to Feudal Association!*muwah*

Since I'm feeling chipper lately, I'm posting some scanlation banners (hetero & yaoi) that I've discovered through the years.( I feel so old saying that)

So 'nuff said:
- I just LOVE this site. It's here that I've discovered liking for manga artists such as Yamane Ayano and Sakurai ShuShuShu

- the doujinshi counterpart of hochuuami. They have titles such as Naruto, GW, Slam dunk,Prince of Tennis, FMA and etc.

- recommended reading: Family Compo, Brothers & W-Juliet (absolute crossdressing)

- Gravitation 2!! Check out also 'Thief and Detective'

- Story-wise, I really recommend you check out 'Menkui'. It's original and downright entertaining. Check out also 'Innocent Lies'(Wild Rock) for some gorgeous art. Oh, they have yuri too.

-If ever you will visit this site...PLEASE visit Gerard et Jacques by Yoshinaga Fumi. I promise you won't regret it. I've read also the mangaka's other work 'Antique Bakery' and it is such a SHAME that they are discontinuing it (since it's licensed) because it is hilarious and the characters are soo lovable.

Actually, that is not all of it. One gets lazy with dial-up after all. Will be posting more soon.

Too braindead to think of anything witty to say

2006-02-03T19:09:07Z

Yuri: Conrad, help me. Make them stop.
Conrad: Yuri, you're too hot in this world. There is nothing I can do for you.

- Kyou Kara Maou

I'm planning to change the look of my lj since it looks a bit serious and angsty. I ought to add another userpic( Hinata is just too demure for this kind of stuff). I have a WIP Anko pic that I'm still procrastinating on because I'm too scared to color her net-like clothes.

I'm learning how to use an invisible watermarks from dA.
This is what every artist should know.

AU Doujinshi Iruka Character Sketch

2006-01-20T12:43:10Z

I've just begun page one of the doujinshi... I'm still thinking of what medium to use. Being the lazy ass that I am, I usually do it with pencil. I started to think about using ballpoint pen and even the drawing pen.

Pencils are easy to use. But they are a bit messy. Pens and even ballpoint pens, makes my work look clean but they take a lot of time.

I got the idea when I was watching the old Madonna music video that looked like a crossover between merfolk and Guess ad. The males there looked hot and then I said to myself: " Iruka would definitely be smexy as a merman." then one thing led to another.

Here is Iruka with his hair unbound. Pretend that he's underwater. Since he just looked good, I was debating if I should let him be just like that. But then he wouldn't be the Iruka that I know.

Iruka is supposed to a different kind of merfolk that is he's half man and half dolphin. So no scales! Which makes my work way easier ( My lazy side is dancing with glee). I should study more on male anatomy since I'd be frequently drawing half-naked men.

Ok, I was researching about dolphins in the internet. I then stumbled on interesting facts about this underwater mammal and things that I wish I didn't know. Don't ask. Please. Where was I? Oh right...Well, perhaps that certain info would be useful in later parts of the story. Ok, moving on.

I was having difficulty drawing this. I was thinking : If one was living underwater, should he be putting clothes on? Because it is so damn distracting! If I were a student, I could not even look at the blackboard with that ass. * gags rabid fangirl side*. Ehem.I am so not sure on the back part. May change this in the actual dj...

It's official. I'm using pencils for the doujinshi.

That's it for Umino Iruka. Will be contemplating on other characters too. See the html.I'm learning bit by bit. Whee! Go me!

The Stink of a Neophyte

2006-01-17T16:51:51Z

I could not believe I just spent 5 hours customizing my journal. I've spent a lot of time looking for html color codes,checking out other people's journal to see what blogs should look like. It turns out that I've really got much to learn.

The design is a bit of minimalistic but I'm proud of the outcome. Right now I'm working on a KakaIru AU doujinshi. Might post 2-3 pages of it next week.

Now that I've just about familiarized with the layout and functions of this online journal...what should I write?