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| (Note: cross-posted everywhere, *lol*) If you
haven’t already, this is the last week to vote for RYOSAKU L. Squad Productions’
first ever coloring contest! Click here
and vote for your favorite!
Poll closes on May 25, 2007, so get your votes in, minna! And remember, only one vote
per person. *wags finger* =D | | |
| “So let me get this straight…” Ryoma looked over his hastily written notes from her explanation. “Your friend is Osakada Tomoka.” “Yes.” “Wife of Kaidoh Kaoru.” “Yes.” “She called you last night, panicked, because her husband was missing. “Yes.” “You told her to come over to your place. This was close to midnight.” “Yes.” “She hadn’t called anyone before she called you.” “Yes.” “You waited for her for about an hour, and she never showed.” “Yes.” “And from then until now, you’ve been trying to reach her, with no result.” “Yes.” Ryoma leaned back. There were dozens of ways this could have turned out. Maybe the original kidnappers had waited at the clinic for someone else to come. Unlikely, what purpose would it serve? Maybe they stayed behind to look through his stuff for information. Better chance, but still not quite likely. If the place had been searched, the woman would have mentioned it to her friend. She called Sakuno first, and had no reason to call anyone else after. The only person who should have known where she was should be Sakuno. As that wasn’t the case, the first conclusion (and given his experience with his own gut feelings, the most likely) is that someone else heard her conversation. With no possibilities for eavesdropping within the house, that left her with a tapped phone. Who better to tap her phone that a suspicious fiancé with connections? And if hearing this conversation led to a missing woman, wouldn’t that connect him to the attack on Kaidoh? “Um, Ryoma-kun?” He grunted. “Why do you have me facing away from you? Ryoma pulled his cap lower. “None of your business.” He said irritably. Sakuno sighed. Ryoma ignored her. “Ryoma-kun?” “What?” Why do girls talk so much? “I didn’t want to mention this before, I was worried about my friend, but the three boys from last night are asleep outside your door. Sakuno heard something heavy smack against his desk. - It's weird, I know....in any case, I hope you like it. ^_^ ~ Kyralea | | |
| “I’m gonna ask you again. Where is he?” “I told you, I don’t know!” Tomoka sobbed. “I thought you had him!” The vicious looking man scoffed. “Throw back into the cell. She’s useless.” Two men grabbed her arms and dragged her upright. “I can walk!” She nearly shrieked, but garnered no response. The picked her up, painfully, squeezing hard on already bruised arms. They tossed her into the cell, and she collapsed, hugging her knees and crying softly. “Are you all deaf, or simply moronic?” Tomoka choked on a gasp, and her head shot up at the sound of the harsh voice. She knew that voice! “I told you to search the office, not kidnap the wife! What are we supposed to do with her now?” She heard a cell phone ring, though she couldn’t see much, inside or out of her cell. She scooted closer to the bars. She was sure she knew that voice. “She’s where?” The gruff voice nearly roared. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get her out of there!” Tomoka felt hints of her old self resurfacing. The self that knew exactly where her husband was and had slept well the night before. Oh, she knew exactly who that voice belonged to, the sleazy maggot. ~Ee! It’s so short!!! I hope this is ok! I have a pretty decent idea for the rest of the story. Cinpii-sama pretty much turned the reins over to me (Arigatou, cinpii-sama!) so I want to write it well, and since there’s no one else to completely alter the story path, I’m writing up an outline to give it structure. Unfortunately my attention span is drifting again…*sniffle* my sister sent me back all the graphic novels I’d lent her, and I kinda…read them…as I was putting them away…Gah! I need to watch my PoT anime! ~Kyralea | | |
| Alright
minna! Since the fandom has been feeling sluggish lately, Beri and Cin have
come up w/ a cure. What else to incite the competitive spirit than a contest?
But wait, you say you can't write and you can't draw? No problem. Because this
contest isn't just any contest. It's a SUPER EASY ONE. Why? Because it's a
COLORING contest. We're not asking you to write or draw. Just color. How easy
is that? So c'mon and enter!
Details
Just download the RyoSaku image at http://www.cinpii.com/ryosaku/contests/contest_entry.html
and color it. Then submit it back to us. We'll post it up. It's that easy.
Rules
- No limit on entries. Bring it on!
- Any medium is fine, be it crayons, colored pencils, watercolor, markers,
photoshop, painter, etc.
- You must use this image as a basis, but if you want to add to it or omit some
parts of it, that's fine.
Submission Info
Submit your entry to ryosaku@gmail.com by Wednesday evening, Nov 1, 2006
(Pacific Standard Time). Be sure to indicate your name, contact info, what
medium you used, and if you want, a title for your piece. Put 'coloring contest
submission' in the subject of your email so that we don't think it's spam.
Prizes
You get fame and glory for getting your work posted on RLSP. You also get to
stop being a passive fan, and instead be a proactive contributor to the RyoSaku
fandom. Isn't that enough? Just kidding. Awards will include 'People's Choice'
(where minna can vote for their favorite), 'Most Creative', 'Cinpii's Pick',
'Beriath's Pick', etc, depending on the entries. We'll try not to have
duplicate winners.
Tribute
This contest would not have been possible without the lovely artist Karin,
whose black and white art inspired us to come up with this idea. Many thanks
for letting us use your art, girl! | | |
| Ryoma had fallen asleep at his desk again. Damn it.
If he could come, even for a nanosecond to the conclusion that things would be safe without him, maybe he’d get a decent nights sleep once and awhile.
But no. He had to sit and fret, and worry and calculate and think.
How on earth was he supposed to get to that ball? He wasn’t high society. He didn’t want to be high society. He’d been high society. Didn’t like it. No longer was. End of story. Why must he have to thrust himself into that cheesy, glittery, pointless, oppressive state of being again? But above all, how was he supposed to do it?.
Ryoma awoke to a light tap on his shoulder. A soft, very feminine hand was nudging him gently from his sleep.
“Ryoma-kun?” murmured a sweet, timid little voice into his ear.
His eyes slid slowly open to see the young woman from earlier, Ryuzaki. Her hair was down, flowing silkily over her shoulders, soft and wavy from her earlier braids. The tacky red dress was gone, replaced by something closer to a nightgown in style, light-blue and pretty see-through. “Ryoma-kun” she murmured, “You were sleeping at her desk.” For some reason he was concentrating very closely to her lips forming the words. Such soft, full lips…
She shifted, crouching down next to him to be at eye level, and placed her hand on his forehead. “Ryoma-kun, are you sick?” The excruciatingly soft skin of her hand caressing gently on his forehead sent static exploding through his body.
He pushed back from his desk and wrapped an arm around her slender, supple waist, pulling her down into his lap. The suddenness of his action made the young woman gasp, but it was cut off by his lips. One of his hands was splayed across the soft, warm contours of her lower back, the other was buried in her silky locks of hair, pressing her closer to him as his lips slid roughly across hers. She made a soft little mewling noise against him and his mouth parted, his tongue probing gently into the sweet recesses of her mouth, swallowing any protest, drinking her in.
Both hands were now sliding up and down the soft expanse of her bare back, his lips leaving hers to trail lower, pressing against the venerable column of her neck, licking and sucking, feeling it work underneath his lips as she formed soft whimpers and moans. Her entire form was meshed against his, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his lips playing and sucking on her shoulder, and her hot breath and soft moans brushing against his ear, when-
“Echizen-san!” His head shot up from his desk to come eye to eye with Ryuzaki. Fully dressed and leaning over his desk to peer at him.
“I need your help to find my friend.”
A/N: Sorry if that’s a little raunchy, didn’t mean much by it. I had writers block for a while when Cinpii-sama told me I could keep writing. ^_^ I’m pretty sure this wouldn’t be the place to post a lemon, and indeed, I’ve never really written one (not that I haven’t tried) If you guys need me to censor this, I will! | | |
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