Writing Paradise

Dering weker menarik paksa Haru keluar dari alam mimpinya. Menggeram pelan, tangannya malas-malasan bergerak untuk mematikan weker tersebut, lalu perlahan ia bangkit ke posisi duduk dan langsung bertatapan dengan cermin. Selama semenit ia diam, beradu pandang dengan refleksinya sendiri, seolah mengira-ngira siapa sosok berwajah kucel dan rambut berantakan yang tengah menatapnya balik itu, sementara sesungguhnya otaknya telah berfungsi penuh, mengingat-ngingat apa yang telah terjadi kemarin hingga sebelum ia tertidur. Menunduk ke bawah, ditemukannya gumpalan-gumpalan tisu yang telah terpakai berserakan di lantai kamar dan juga seprai kasurnya. Tisu-tisu yang semalam mengeringkan air mata dan ingusnya kini telah kering setelah ia tinggal tidur. Ia menangis, semalam. Menangis hingga air matanya kering, hingga rongga hidungnya dipenuhi mucus, hingga kelenjar air mata dan kelopak matanya lelah hingga tidak kuat membuka dan ia menyerahkan diri dalam buaian Dewa Tidur. Ya... s...

--> Title: Blessings Genre: Romance/Drama Ratings: T Pairings: 1896, OCxOC, a bit 10069 Summary: Kyouya wasn’t very pleased to know that his daughter will marry. Chrome was trying to soften her husband up with her heart-to-heart conversation. 1896. Disclaimer: Akira Amano owns Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Yami Dragoness of Dark owns Hibari’s daughter. I own the daughter’s husband and plots. Written for KHR Romance Writing Contest! Mamma Boo is a bit cruel, telling us to write a wedding-themed story with her favorite pairing in it;-; I mean, I didn’t write about weddings often! So I decided to throw their daughter and my character in, and so on~ enjoy :D -- “What did you say?” Both female illusionists in front of him traded glances, before sighing heavily. His reaction wasn’t unexpected. They knew how much Hibari Kyouya hated any topic that related his precious daughter Nagisa with Mukuro’s first son, Kiku. True, he had learned to accept him as her boyfriend, but he ...

Ouka was in the middle of chatting with Futaba in the common room when suddenly a grunting voice was heard, distracting them from the topic of their conversation. When they turned their head to look at the source of the voice, they realized that it's coming from Naosuke, who is sitting with Yuma at the dining table. "What's wrong, Nao-kun? Is your stomach hurting, or...?" At Futaba's concerned question, Naosuke shook his head and gave them his attention. "No, it's just... this interview questions are pretty difficult." "Difficult? Interview questions are just things that you need to answer honestly. Takaaki or a substitute manager will check it later, and if there's anything problematic with your answers, then it'll be fabricated a little later." Ouka tried to pitch in an advice, but Naosuke shook his head again. "I know that I need to give my honest answers, but... as an idol, I feel that I should giv...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- He couldn't quite remember how he ended up in this situation, but he was certain of one thing: he wanted to be let out from the contraption that hold him within. Problem is, he's feeling incredibly weak that he can't even lift his finger. Something is clearly wrong, which made him feel alerted. However, the more he tried to muster the remaining of his strength, the more hazy his head feels and the more he lost concentration. Amidst his relenting attempt, he noticed that someone is looking at him from outside. Takaaki. But he looks different from the usual Takaaki. His hair is messy. His skin is losing color, making the blood that trickled down from the crown of his head appears starkly contrasted. His eyes lost the playful shine it usually has, and instead clouded...

Baby [noun] 1. a very young child, especially one newly or recently born. 2. [informal] a young woman or a person with whom one is having a romantic relationship (often as a form of address). -- "Honey." The voice was heard so suddenly, and so close to his ears that Ouka ended up dropping the magazine he was reading. His face turned red at an alarming speed, starkly contrasting his silver hair and pale eyes. As he's very familiar with the voice, he actually doesn't need to turn his head around to know who it was, but still he does it anyway. Just like what he expected, he found Takaaki standing behind the sofa he's currently occupying, grinning ear to ear. It was clear that he really enjoyed the reaction Ouka showed just now. "What was that for?" Ouka asked, his voice seething with anger and embarrassment. "I just want to try it out." Was the answer Takaaki offered. Ouka was only half convinced, giving the older man a sharp...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

Ouka did agree to Naosuke's suggestion to hold a slumber party, but. But he didn't consent to wearing matching pajamas with the others! Issa seemed to share the sentiment ― a rare occurrence, because most of the time his opinion clashes with Ouka's ― and was quick to protest. "Why would I have to wear matching pajamas with you guys!?" Takaaki, the one who suggested for the matching pajamas, had a fearless smile on him as he answered, "Because we've been given the pajamas for free, and since we're going to have a slumber party, isn't a good chance to wear it?" That's... actually sound reasonable, in Ouka's opinion. But Issa doesn't relent so easily, and continued to give counter arguments. Everything started because of the conversation they had during dinner. That day, all members of Vazzy finished their works and lessons before dinnertime, so they have dinner together for the first time after awhile. During the talks t...

"What... are you wearing...?" "Nn? As you can see, it's pajamas." Yeah, we can see that, but that's not what the question meant ― is what everyone present in the room had in mind right after the bland answer. The one getting questioned, Takaaki, looked down at his own pajamas and with a slightly confused look asked in return, "Does it look weird on me?" Ouka, as honest as the mirror of the Evil Queen, replied, "It is, but at the same time it also doesn't." "So which is it?" Takaaki laughed lightheartedly, deciding not to pursue the answer. Today, everyone in Vazzy finished their works before dinnertime. Then, during dinner, they learned that tomorrow all of them also doesn't have any work scheduled until the afternoon. Issa was happy because he planned to sleep in until the afternoon, but his happiness was shattered to pieces when Naosuke suggested something that ruined the plan. A Vazzy-only pajama party, is...

It was a very nice evening, I thought. I just submitted my latest work so I have the rest of the day free. Kou-kun, who had just returned home, bought a cake so we're now having it as afternoon tea snack. Just the two of us, because Ken-kun and Ryou-kun will be returning late tonight. A combination of delicious cake and tea, and free time spent together with Kou-kun. It's almost perfect! ... well, that was what I thought until Kou-kun brings up the topic. "Mamoru?" "Yes?" "I love you." That was so sudden that I choked on my tea. "Are you okay!? Mamoru!" Kou-kun left his seat right away and came to my side, gently rubbing my back in hope to pacify fit of coughs. That made me happy. But then I quickly remembered what brought me to such fate. "I- I'm fine now, Kou-kun. Thank you. A- and... thank you for the, uhh... sudden confession. Like, that was really sudden. I mean, I'm happy to hear it! But, ...

"― Alright, let's take a break for 10 minutes." Ouka stepped away from the set at the cameraman's words. One of the staffs approached him, offering him a drink (which he gratefully accepted) before leaving him alone. He watched, as he sipped his drink, his surroundings. At one corner, some staffs are taking a small rest. At another corner, the cameraman appeared to be discussing with his assistant and the stylist. The usual sight that he's really familiar with, from years of modeling. Yet it also feels a little strange, somehow. No, not somehow. He knew the reason. It's because lately, all of photo-shoot sessions he has is done together with other VAZZY members. With them not around, it feels... quiet. (He's not going to describe it with the word that starts with the letter l.) But that's not a reason to slack off in work. He decided to approach the cameraman, who is now checking out the results of the taken pictures in the computer. Or, he...

"Six Gravity, coming in!" "Good afternoon! We'll be in your care today!" I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I noticed the excitement in the voice of the younger members of my unit as we greeted the whole studio in unison. I can guess why they sounded far eager than usual - it's our first joint work with Procellarum as of this year. Lately, the amount of solo jobs that we received increased, so perhaps this sort of chance felt refreshing to them. "Hajime! You're finally here~!" I didn't have to actually turn my head to see who was the one who excitedly call for me. Shun waved his hands excitedly from where he sat together with the rest of Procellarum, who also waved their hands at our direction though not as frantic as their leader is. Koi and Kakeru immediately made a little run to get to where Iku and Rui is, and I felt my lips formed a wider smile seeing them giving high fives to each other. They started to excit...

Disclaimer : Prince of Stride © FiFS, Kadokawa -- Hubungan percintaan sesama jenis bukan sesuatu yang bisa membuat Tomoe risih. Bagaimanapun, ia hidup di jaman di mana sebuah negara adigdaya di seberang lautan sana telah berdeklarasi bahwa mereka mendukung pernikahan pasangan gay. Tanah air tempatnya lahir dan dibesarkan ini pun disinyalir mendapat julukan surga baik bagi mereka yang memang pelaku hubungan maupun hanya penikmat keindahannya. Jadi, ya, yang membuat Tomoe terguncang bukan itu, tapi lebih ke arah bahwa Riku sudah punya pacar. Adiknya yang ia kira masih bocah ingusan penggemar yakisoba pan buatan toko roti keluarga mereka, yang sebagian besar otaknya diduga terdiri atas otot dan bukannya sel fungsional, ternyata sudah punya minat untuk menjalin hubungan percintaan. Rasanya sulit dipercaya. Meskipun Tomoe tidak pernah meremehkan kemampuan fisik adiknya, untuk bidang lain, baik secara sengaja maupun tidak, ia nyatanya meremehkan Riku. "... Sudah bukan anak k...

Disclaimer: Prince of Stride Alternative © FiFS, Kadokawa -- Liburan musim dingin bagi anak kelas 3 SMA bukanlah waktunya bersantai. Ujian masuk universitas menanti, sehingga bagi mereka yang ingin masuk ke universitas yang bagus, terpaksa menghabiskan sebagian besar waktu berkutat dengan soal latihan. Tomoe, meskipun memenuhi kualifikasi sebagai anak kelas 3 SMA yang hendak melanjutkan studi ke jenjang pendidikan yang lebih tinggi, tidak mengikuti rutinitas itu. Sebagai seorang yang pandai melakukan apa saja, ia tidak hanya jenius dalam soal olahraga lari, namun nilai-nilai akademisnya pun lumayan. Alhasil, ia mendapatkan tawaran dari berbagai universitas untuk masuk melalui jalur rekomendasi. Jadi, sementara anak-anak lain memusingkan nilai dan mencemaskan apakah mereka dapat lulus ujian masuk perguruan tinggi yang mereka inginkan, Tomoe malah pusing harus menentukan universitas mana yang hendak ia terima tawarannya. Maka dari itu, memanfaatkan waktu liburan, ia pamit pul...

Disclaimer: Prince of Stride Alternative © FiFS, Kadokawa -- " Nee , Riku, kau dengar yang ku katakan, 'kan?" "... Ya, ya, kudengarkan, 'kok..." Jawaban malas Riku senada dengan ekspresi yang wajahnya. Inginnya ia tidak mengindahkan makhluk separuh 'mabuk' yang sedang merangkul pinggangnya sekarang ini. Sayangnya, tidak bisa ia lakukan karena ia sudah bertekad memperbaiki hubungan mereka dan menolaknya saat ini bukanlah pilihan. "Huu... Riku, dingin sekali... jangan campakkan aku seperti Kyousuke dan Heath..." "Ya, ya, aku di sini, 'kok!" Menghela napas panjang untuk sedikit mengusir rasa putus asa yang hinggap, ia mengambil botol air mineral dari meja, menuangkannya ke gelas lalu menyodorkannya pada lawan bicaranya itu. " Hora , air putih!" "... Minumkan padaku, Riku~" "Lakukan sendiri! Ttaku , kakak yang merepotkan." Tawa pelan menyelip keluar dari bibir Tomoe. Pemuda berambut ...

Hours later, the repair is completed. Nuguigami and Uchiko did an excellent work. They were fixing me up with great care and detail. When I thanked them for their service, they said that I should be grateful to our master instead. "I won't be nice to swords that she doesn't think highly of." Nuguigami admitted as he wiped off his own sweats, tired after hours of working on me. "And since you're precious to her, I couldn't possibly disappoint her by treating you badly, you see." It seemed those two had served her family for a long time, judging from how they spoke so dearly about her. It would also explain why they would understand what she had in mind. Though, I couldn't understand why she would treat me as someone important. Unlike the two tools, I didn't originally belong to her. I arrived to this house a few days ago, when her higher-ups brought me to her, telling her that she should take me as her underling. To do the dirty jobs...

After the light that encased us dispersed, she immediately dragged me to a rather spacious room and told me sit down. I did, and then she went to look for something in the cupboard located at one side of the room, pulling at the drawers and fumbling through things stored in there. "Oh, here it is..." When she had found what she wanted, she turned around and began mumbling something. I noticed that it was a wooden box and she had opened the lid, but I couldn't tell its contents. All I knew was that soon after that she had finished her chant and bright light filled the entire room, forcing me to cover my eyes. By the time the light died down and I opened my eyes again, two new figures had appeared in the room. "Yamanba-kun. These two will take care of your wounds." The newcomers did have the appearance of a healer, wearing white robes and even having cloth covering the lower half of their face. But they didn't seem to carry anything that could possib...