rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:                       Standard disclaimer:
rlm@2:      See parts I and II for the disclaimer.  You can probably recite
rlm@2: these things by heart now, anyway.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:                      Sakura Lemon--Part III
rlm@2:                            KaitouAce
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Tomoyo muttered pathetically as she lay in her bed.  She had
rlm@2: destroyed the most important thing she could ever have: her
rlm@2: friendship with Sakura.  Everything was a haze to Tomoyo, her
rlm@2: vision clouded by pain and tears.  Her head pounded, her heart
rlm@2: ached . . . it was as if Sakura's rejection had made her
rlm@2: physically ill.  All she could hear was Sakura's anger-filled
rlm@2: voice.  And the more she heard it, the sicker she became.  All
rlm@2: she wanted was for the anguish to end.  Sadly, she could only
rlm@2: come to one conclusion.  There was only one definite way to stop
rlm@2: the pain.  The very idea terrified her but Sakura's coldness was
rlm@2: worse.  She stood up, tears pouring down her face, and prepared
rlm@2: for the end.  But as she reached the door, something stopped her.
rlm@2: As much as she knew she didn't deserve it, she couldn't bear to
rlm@2: leave this world without seeing Sakura's smile once more.  And as
rlm@2: she thought about Sakura, she couldn't help but remember their
rlm@2: last, fabulous evening together.  She desperately shook the image
rlm@2: out of her mind.  She wouldn't do that.  She had no right.  Not
rlm@2: after what she did to Sakura.  But her body was in too much need.
rlm@2: She couldn't resist the urge of one final moment of ecstacy.
rlm@2: Tomoyo slowly turned toward her viewing room, disgusted with
rlm@2: herself for not being able to give Sakura the respect she
rlm@2: deserved.  As she headed inside she slowly began to disrobe.  She
rlm@2: took a final breath and began to descend the slope of the
rlm@2: theater-like room.  To her, it felt as if she was entering her
rlm@2: own Dante's Inferno with the trail of clothes the only symbol of
rlm@2: her existence and her only lifeline from eternal damnation.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Sakura sat in her room silently.  She couldn't believe what
rlm@2: she had done.  Tomoyo was gone.  But it had to be.  Tomoyo had
rlm@2: hurt her in a way no one had ever hurt her before.  She deserved
rlm@2: it.  But that didn't make it any less painful.  She felt her eyes
rlm@2: well up again as she fell deeper into sadness.
rlm@2:      "Sakura."
rlm@2:      Sakura jumped when she heard her name.  She turned, trying
rlm@2: to wipe the tears out of her eyes.
rlm@2:      "Sakura, are you all right?"
rlm@2:      She was surprised to see Kero-chan hovering in front of her
rlm@2: with a look of concern on his face.  Sakura quickly tried to come
rlm@2: up with a story to hide her shame.
rlm@2:      "Oh!  Kero-chan!  I'm fine!  Just . . . something in my
rlm@2: eyes."
rlm@2:      Kero-chan sighed and stared at her intently.
rlm@2:      "No need to lie Sakura.  I know what happened.  I was there,
rlm@2: remember?"
rlm@2:      Sakura gasped as she barely recalled when Kero-chan flew to
rlm@2: her that night before Touya came in.  It didn't occur to her that
rlm@2: he had overheard the whole thing.  Sakura started to cry again.
rlm@2:      "Kero-chan, I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to do it!  I . . . "
rlm@2:      "It's ok, Sakura.  Don't apologize.   But I did see Tomoyo
rlm@2: run out of here.  She looked really upset.  What happened?"
rlm@2:      Sakura stuttered, unsure of what to say.  But her silence
rlm@2: confirmed Kero-chan's suspicions.  " . . . It was her, wasn't
rlm@2: it?"
rlm@2:      Sakura's mouth was agape as her shameful secret was
rlm@2: revealed.  She desperately tried to defend herself.
rlm@2:      "It wasn't me!  It was Tomoyo-chan who did this to me!  I
rlm@2: can't help it anymore!  Please let me stay a Card Captor!"
rlm@2:      Kero-chan became more than a little agitated at Sakura's
rlm@2: words.
rlm@2:      "Be quiet, Sakura!"
rlm@2:      Sakura was shocked at Kero-chan's tone and prepared herself
rlm@2: for the worst.
rlm@2:      "You are and will always be a Card Captor.  Nothing can
rlm@2: change your destiny.  Your personal feelings and affiliations are
rlm@2: irrevelant.  If you weren't worthy, you wouldn't have been able
rlm@2: to open the book.  But what MIGHT change you is if you continue
rlm@2: to blame your friend for your mistake."
rlm@2:      Sakura sat quietly, absorbing Kero-chan's words.  Surely
rlm@2: that wasn' t right.  All that pain she went through, all that
rlm@2: suffering . . . Tomoyo was the cause.  She was the one who made
rlm@2: her feel . . . Sakura froze.  As strange a situation as this was,
rlm@2: all Tomoyo did was make her feel good.  Really good.  The pain
rlm@2: came later . . . when Sakura tried to do things herself.  But
rlm@2: Sakura was still confused.
rlm@2:      "It was Tomoyo-chan who made me feel like this.  I couldn't
rlm@2: stop myself . . . myself?"
rlm@2:      The word shook her completely.  Myself.  She couldn't
rlm@2: control HERSELF.  Tomoyo wasn't to blame for that.  And she
rlm@2: didn't know Sakura had hurt herself so the later pain wasn't
rlm@2: really her fault either.  She should  have just told Tomoyo
rlm@2: outright.  Then she would have understood.  Tomoyo was just
rlm@2: trying to help.  She began to feel relieved when her harsh words
rlm@2: came to mind.  Sakura visibly jumped as she realized what she
rlm@2: had done.
rlm@2:      "Oh no!  Kero-chan, I've done a horrible thing!  What do I
rlm@2: do?!"
rlm@2:      Sakura became frantic at the thought of not being friends
rlm@2: with Tomoyo anymore.  Once again, Kero-chan provided a simple
rlm@2: answer.
rlm@2:      "Apologize."
rlm@2:      "But . . . but how?  After what I said . . . "
rlm@2:      Kero-chan thought a bit, then came up with a way.  The only
rlm@2: way really, given the situation.  He blushed slightly as he said
rlm@2: it.
rlm@2:      " . . . Anyway you have to."
rlm@2:      Sakura realized what Kero-chan was suggesting and it
rlm@2: embarrassed her.  She questioned her friend.
rlm@2:      "Is--is that ok?"
rlm@2:      "Only you know the answer to that."
rlm@2:      Sakura slowly smiled and jumped from the bed.  She quickly
rlm@2: dressed and raced out of the house, determined to save her
rlm@2: friendship in any way possible.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan . . . please."
rlm@2:      "Eh?  Please what, Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      "Please . . . touch me."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo sat back in a seat, completely nude rubbing herself
rlm@2: frantically while staring at the screen.
rlm@2:      One day.
rlm@2:      It had only been one day ago when they were
rlm@2: inseparable.  Now they were through and all Tomoyo had were
rlm@2: videos.  Tomoyo moaned as she orgasmed once again, the seat's
rlm@2: cushion now completely soaked.  Small drips occassionally fell
rlm@2: from the oversaturated fabric to the floor.  She had come more
rlm@2: times in the past hour than she had her entire young life.  Her
rlm@2: virgin lips were swollen and red.  Everytime she touched herself,
rlm@2: she caused herself pain.  But she didn't care.  Her suffering
rlm@2: paled in comparison to what Sakura must have felt.  Any pain was
rlm@2: well deserved.  She cried desperately to the screen.
rlm@2:      "Oh Sakura-chan!  What did I do?!  Please tell me!!!"
rlm@2:      But all that replied was just more evidence of her guilt as
rlm@2: she sank back in her seat, gingerly touching herself once again.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      After being let in, Sakura rushed upstairs to Tomoyo's room.
rlm@2: Her mind was agonizing over what to say and do.  Should she just
rlm@2: apologize?  What if Tomoyo didn't accept?  And what about
rlm@2: Kero-chan's suggestion?  Should she actually go through with
rlm@2: that?  Fortunately for Sakura, she stopped thinking long enough
rlm@2: to avoid running into Tomoyo's door.  She knocked but found the
rlm@2: door already open.  She slowly stepped inside, ready to
rlm@2: apologize.  She quietly called for Tomoyo but she didn't appear
rlm@2: to be inside.  Sakura closed the door behind her.  After
rlm@2: searching for a minute, Sakura sat on Tomoyo's bed confused.  She
rlm@2: knew Tomoyo's room was large but it wasn't THAT large.  Sakura
rlm@2: began to whimper, wanting to clear things up as soon as possible.
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan, where ARE you?"
rlm@2:      Just then, Sakura noticed Tomoyo's school shirt on the
rlm@2: floor.  She went to it and saw the skirt a little farther away.
rlm@2: They made a trail toward . . .
rlm@2:      "Her movie room!  I almost forgot!  She must be in there."
rlm@2:      Sakura was relieved that she had found her friend.  But
rlm@2: nothing could have prepared her for the scene she saw when she
rlm@2: entered.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Tomoyo was completely lost as she exhausted her mind and
rlm@2: body.  She was totally immersed in a fantasy world.  A world
rlm@2: where she and Sakura were best friends and even lovers.  She
rlm@2: didn't remember anything she was planning on doing or care if
rlm@2: anyone found her.  All that mattered was the smiles on the two
rlm@2: girls faces on the screen.  Just as she was forcing another
rlm@2: orgasm, a giant shadow loomed over the screen.  Tomoyo was
rlm@2: relieved.  Someone had finally found her.  Now her punishment
rlm@2: would be complete.  With luck, they'd yell at her, maybe even
rlm@2: beat her.  And if that wasn't enough, she could always . . .
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan . . . "
rlm@2:      Tomoyo's head whirled around at the sound of the timid
rlm@2: voice.  As ready as she was for any kind of punishment, Tomoyo
rlm@2: couldn't handle Sakura.  She sat motionless in her seat waiting
rlm@2: for Sakura to approach.  But Sakura was frozen in place.  She
rlm@2: couldn't believe what she was seeing.  Her eyes were wide as
rlm@2: saucers as she watched the events of the previous evening play
rlm@2: out literally larger than life.  The clothing she had followed to
rlm@2: find Tomoyo had slowly filtered out of her arms and bundled up
rlm@2: near her feet.  She didn't even notice the door close behind her.
rlm@2: She just stared . . . and felt another powerful explosion
rlm@2: building.  Tomoyo tried to rush to Sakura and explain but her now
rlm@2: sore body protested such quick movements.  She slowly moved up to
rlm@2: Sakura with tears in her eyes and juices running down her leg.
rlm@2:      "Sakura . . . I . . . please listen."
rlm@2:      But Sakura wasn't.  Tomoyo's words faded as she stared at
rlm@2: the screen.  But what Sakura was seeing wasn't sex but love, pure
rlm@2: and unconditional.  As wonderful as the feelings in her body were
rlm@2: then, they were overshadowed by the feelings in her heart.
rlm@2: Tomoyo had gone so far just to please her, and she repaid her
rlm@2: with anger and deceit.  Sakura felt terrible at what she had
rlm@2: driven her friend to.  Her best friend who was . . .
rlm@2:      Sakura's vision now focused on the beautiful young girl
rlm@2: before her.  Her large, now reddish eyes, her long black hair,
rlm@2: pout lips, and pert breasts.  Sakura stared at Tomoyo and came to
rlm@2: a final decision.  The choice she needed and wanted.
rlm@2:      " . . . so please just . . . Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      Tomoyo stopped talking when she noticed Sakura's eyes on
rlm@2: her.  She knew she was naked but Sakura's intense stare
rlm@2: embarrassed her.  She started to reach for the clothing Sakura
rlm@2: dropped on the floor but Sakura gingerly pushed her back.  Tomoyo
rlm@2: was surprised and a little angry.  She may have been at fault but
rlm@2: she didn't need her shame to be prolonged any longer.  She just
rlm@2: needed her final punishment.  She looked sternly at Sakura but
rlm@2: received no reaction.  It was almost as if she were in a trance.
rlm@2: Tomoyo started to question Sakura but was stopped short as Sakura
rlm@2: quickly closed the distance between them.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      But Sakura continued to invade Tomoyo's personal space until
rlm@2: her entire body was touching Tomoyo, her clothing brushing
rlm@2: lightly against Tomoyo's nude form.  Sakura slowly moved her head
rlm@2: to Tomoyo's ear and whispered, breaking her silence.
rlm@2:      "You won't need those."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo was shocked by Sakura's remark as she staggered back
rlm@2: a bit, almost tumbling over.  She tried to compose herself but
rlm@2: Sakura was once again upon her, her eyes piercing Tomoyo's soul.
rlm@2: Sakura slowly took both her hands and held Tomoyo's head,
rlm@2: caressing her face and cheeks softly.  Tomoyo was terribly
rlm@2: confused and desperately in need of an answer to this situation.
rlm@2: But before she could ask, Sakura answered her without question as
rlm@2: she quickly darted forward and kissed Tomoyo strongly.
rlm@2: Unprepared, Tomoyo managed to break free and catch her breath.
rlm@2: She finally managed to ask her question.
rlm@2:      "S-Sakura-chan?  What are you doing?  What--what do you
rlm@2: want?"
rlm@2:      Sakura thought about all that had happened to the two of
rlm@2: them over the past 24 hours and about the apology she wanted to
rlm@2: give.  But at this moment, all that was secondary.  She answered
rlm@2: Tomoyo with the last word she would say until it was over.
rlm@2:      "You."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo immediately understood and was overjoyed.  By some
rlm@2: miracle, she had been forgiven.  She was about to run into
rlm@2: Sakura's arms but before she knew it she was already there,
rlm@2: Sakura closing the gap herself.  She stared once again into
rlm@2: Sakura's eyes which were loudly speaking her intentions.  She
rlm@2: slowly moved her head forward as Sakura did the same.  The two
rlm@2: met in a beautiful display of passion.  After a moment, Tomoyo
rlm@2: once again reluctantly broke their kiss.  She tugged Sakura
rlm@2: slightly, urging her back to her room.  However, Sakura didn't
rlm@2: budge.  She just looked at Tomoyo with the same wild eyes as
rlm@2: before.
rlm@2:      "Let's go back to my room, Sakura-chan."
rlm@2:      But Sakura answered Tomoyo by lightly carressing her small
rlm@2: breasts, pinching her right nipple.
rlm@2:      "Ahh!  Sakura-chan?  I . . . ohh . . . !  We can't!  Not
rlm@2: in . . . mmmmm!"
rlm@2:      Tomoyo ceased her objection as she was silenced by another
rlm@2: kiss from Sakura.  Whatever she had planned, it would take place
rlm@2: right then and there.  Tomoyo grudgingly agreed and began to lift
rlm@2: Sakura's shirt off her body.  But before she could, Sakura
rlm@2: grabbed Tomoyo's wrists and hauled her shirt back down.
rlm@2:      "S . . . Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      Sakura was determined to pay Tomoyo back for her friendship.
rlm@2: Prolonging Tomoyo's wait with her own wants would just be in the
rlm@2: way.  Sakura felt responsible for Tomoyo's sadness and was
rlm@2: planning on giving her something she'd remember her entire life.
rlm@2: Sakura wasn't concerned about herself.  This was Tomoyo's time.
rlm@2: Sakura wrapped her left arm around Tomoyo and proceeded to kiss
rlm@2: her neck, smiling as she heard her friend coo softly.  She then
rlm@2: caressed the inside of Tomoyo's thigh, getting her hand sticky
rlm@2: with Tomoyo's juices.  Sakura brought her hand up to her mouth
rlm@2: and tasted it, much to Tomoyo's surprise.
rlm@2:      She stared as she watched Sakura's tongue slowly twist and
rlm@2: squirm around her fingers, tasting Tomoyo with a look of hunger.
rlm@2: Tomoyo started getting excited at this display as she felt a new
rlm@2: trail slowly trickle down her leg.  Noticing this, Sakura smiled
rlm@2: and started to rub Tomoyo's thin slit directly.  But Tomoyo's
rlm@2: previous self-abuse proved to be too harsh as she winced at the
rlm@2: slight pain.  Sakura saw her expression and knew what was wrong.
rlm@2: She recalled the pain well.  Sakura closed her eyes in
rlm@2: contemplation.  Tomoyo looked at her in confusion and a bit of
rlm@2: sadness as well, feeling that she was hindering Sakura from even
rlm@2: giving her pleasure.  But after a moment, Sakura opened her eyes
rlm@2: and smiled.  Tomoyo was confused but soon didn't care as Sakura
rlm@2: slowly licked her throat.  Her tongue traveled down to Tomoyo's
rlm@2: left breast where she began to lick and suck at Tomoyo's erect
rlm@2: nipple.  Tomoyo squealed in delight as she grasped Sakura's head,
rlm@2: holding it to her chest.  But much to her dismay, Sakura soon
rlm@2: stopped this action and stared into her eyes.  Sakura then
rlm@2: enveloped Tomoyo in her arms and slowly slinked her way around
rlm@2: her body.  Tomoyo closed her eyes and purred at the feeling of
rlm@2: the soft cloth rubbing against her body.  But she didn't notice
rlm@2: Sakura snake her way down her body until she was on her knees.
rlm@2: Sakura smiled at the sight before her and began to lightly trace
rlm@2: a fingernail along Tomoyo's inner thigh.  Tomoyo opened her eyes
rlm@2: and was surprised to not see Sakura.  Suddenly she felt something
rlm@2: warm and damp on her leg.  She looked down in shock as Sakura was
rlm@2: slowly slurping up the many trails of juice along her legs.  She
rlm@2: stared timidly as Sakura's increasingly messy face followed the
rlm@2: tiny rivers of passion, eventually reaching their source.
rlm@2:      Sakura stared at Tomoyo's flower, shining faintly in the
rlm@2: semi-dark room.  She approached it cautiously, inhaling the aroma
rlm@2: her frend was giving off.  Tomoyo was fairly frightened, knees
rlm@2: visibly shaking as she awaited the inevitable contact.  Sakura
rlm@2: pressed her face into Tomoyo's crotch, nuzzling her nether region
rlm@2: while making herself even more messy.  Tomoyo caught moans under
rlm@2: her breath as she slowly began to rock her hips, pushing herself
rlm@2: into her friend.  Sakura rubbed her face and cheeks into Tomoyo's
rlm@2: crotch, feeling her friend's warmth as it spread across her face.
rlm@2: She pulled away slowly, watching as a few sticky strands
rlm@2: stretched from her face to Tomoyo before lightly breaking in the
rlm@2: air.  Sakura looked lovingly at Tomoyo's pussy, lips slightly
rlm@2: swollen from before.  Sakura raised her hands to it, parting it
rlm@2: slightly with both thumbs.  She looked at the sensitive organ and
rlm@2: blew on it gently.  Tomoyo squealed at the cold intrusion.
rlm@2: Sakura then lightly kissed it, pecking it in various places.
rlm@2: Tomoyo was more than ready for Sakura to start but she continued
rlm@2: toying with her.  Tomoyo began whimpering awaiting release and
rlm@2: Sakura smiled inwardly, remembering how Tomoyo made her
rlm@2: practically beg for contact before.  She felt Tomoyo push the
rlm@2: back of her head with her hands and decided not to make her wait
rlm@2: any longer.  Sakura slowly extended her tongue and laid it at the
rlm@2: bottom of Tomoyo's pussy.  She wiggled it briefly making Tomoyo
rlm@2: squirm before making one broad stroke from the bottom of Tomoyo's
rlm@2: slit to the top.
rlm@2:      " . . . OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!"
rlm@2:      With that sound, Sakura began licking at Tomoyo in earnest.
rlm@2: Tomoyo shuddered with passion as she drove Sakura's head into her
rlm@2: crotch, trying to increase her pleasure as much as possible.  For
rlm@2: her, this was like a dream come true.  There was nothing but
rlm@2: them.  She ran her fingers through Sakura's hair as she bucked
rlm@2: her hips into Sakura's face.  Sakura's head was swimming with the
rlm@2: aroma of her friend.  She increased her licking at a frenzied
rlm@2: pace.  She was caught in a cycle.  The faster she went, the
rlm@2: stronger the aroma and the stronger the smell, the faster she
rlm@2: went.  Sakura thrust her tongue deep into Tomoyo, causing her
rlm@2: legs to buckle and body to shake.  Sakura had noticed a small nub
rlm@2: at the upper part of Tomoyo's slit that was barely visible.
rlm@2: Whenever she touched it, Tomoyo's pleasure seemed to increase.
rlm@2: She began focusing on that area and Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's head
rlm@2: with both hands, confirming her discovery.  Tomoyo began flowing
rlm@2: stronger than before and Sakura savored every drop.  Tomoyo began
rlm@2: panting and moaning at a increasing pace and Sakura knew she was
rlm@2: ready.  Sakura's hands slowly moved up Tomoyo's legs until they
rlm@2: reached her rear.  Sakura rubbed it softly with both hands
rlm@2: causing more squirming from Tomoyo.  Suddenly, without warning,
rlm@2: Sakura gripped Tomoyo firmly, forcing her hips into her face.
rlm@2: Using this leverage, Sakura thrust her tongue as far inside
rlm@2: Tomoyo as possible while sucking her lower lips as hard as she
rlm@2: could.
rlm@2:      Tomoyo froze, feeling the soft intruder penetrate farther
rlm@2: than she thought possible.  There was a moment of silence as
rlm@2: Sakura held Tomoyo in place.  Then Tomoyo exploded in a literal
rlm@2: flood of ecstasy, soaking Sakura's cute face as she yelled for
rlm@2: her friend at the top of her lungs.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Tomoyo awoke in her room.  It took a second to remember what
rlm@2: happened.  She tried to move but her body refused, too exhausted
rlm@2: to comply.  She stared outward but didn't see Sakura.  She tried
rlm@2: to look around but was still too weak.  Wondering how she reached
rlm@2: her bed, she suddenly had a terrible thought.  Maybe it was all
rlm@2: just a hallucination.  A final grasp at redemption.  She called
rlm@2: for Sakura, her voice shaking and becoming frantic.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan . . . Sakura-chan!  Where are you?!
rlm@2: Sakura . . . "
rlm@2:      "I'm here."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo forced herself to jerk around to see Sakura sitting
rlm@2: slightly behind her.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo was obviously relieved as she fell backwards, her
rlm@2: head resting in Sakura's lap.  Sakura proceeded to run her
rlm@2: fingers through Tomoyo's hair.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan . . . that was wonderful.  But . . . are you
rlm@2: okay with all this?"
rlm@2:      Sakura shook her head and smiled at her friend.
rlm@2:      "Yeah.  I'm really sorry about what I said.  You were just
rlm@2: trying to do what you thought was right.  I just took it too far
rlm@2: without understanding.  I should have talked to you first."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo flushed slightly at the remark.
rlm@2:      "Well . . . it's not like I know everything about this.  I'm
rlm@2: fairly new to this as well.  I don't know much more than you.  I
rlm@2: wanted to ask but was afraid of peoples reactions."
rlm@2:      "I know what you mean.  So what do we do?"
rlm@2:      Tomoyo closed her eyes in thought, then spoke.
rlm@2:      "Keep living, I suppose."
rlm@2:      Sakura realized that was really all either of them could do.
rlm@2: Being discovered may be a problem but that shouldn't affect their
rlm@2: relationship.  The important thing was that she and Tomoyo were
rlm@2: together.  She held Tomoyo's hand as she stared down at her
rlm@2: newfound lover.  No matter what happened from now on, they would
rlm@2: face it as friends.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      END . . . . . . for now.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
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rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
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rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Well, that's the end of my first fanfic.  Hope everyone
rlm@2: liked reading it as much I liked writing it.  Well, the first
rlm@2: time anyway.  Typing hunched over a keyboard for hours sucks.
rlm@2:      I'd rather just have a pencil.
rlm@2:      Any comments, criticitsms, etc. can be made to
rlm@2: kaitouace@hotmail.com.  With the exception of pointless flames,
rlm@2: I'll ALWAYS write back if you like.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Upcoming stories:
rlm@2: Tenchi/Sasami----MY version
rlm@2: Chibiusa/Usagi
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: Later stuff:
rlm@2: Chibiusa/Hotaru
rlm@2: Sasami/Misao (Pretty Sammy TV)
rlm@2: Second Card Captor Sakura Trilogy (Li and Mei Lin mostly)
rlm@2: Utena/Anthy?
rlm@2: ChaCha story?
rlm@2: Chibiusa/Helios?
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      If you're wondering why all these stories have young
rlm@2: characters, keep reading.
rlm@2:      If anyone's still here after the show, I'd like to explain
rlm@2: the method to my madness.
rlm@2:      I'm one of the guys everyone hates.  I'm a constant lurker,
rlm@2: don't sign any guestbooks (usually), and only expect to find
rlm@2: totally free hentai on the net.  But besides all that, I think
rlm@2: there are certain people who get bad reps.  Everywhere I go, even
rlm@2: among hentai guys, people who look at fics like these are
rlm@2: considered scum or losers at best.  Pedophiles at worst . . . or
rlm@2: is that the same thing?  Anyhow, I don't particularly think
rlm@2: that's fair.  First of all, good writing is good writing.  I'd
rlm@2: rather read a good Sasami story than a crappy Ryoko story.
rlm@2: That's what I'm trying to do.  I'm not much on lots of foul
rlm@2: language and dirty slang.  Not that I'm putting that down, I just
rlm@2: can't write that way.  I've been told I'm a bit of a romantic and
rlm@2: that shows in most of my writing.  What I see a LOT of is bad
rlm@2: writing with young characters, which makes it just that much
rlm@2: harder for guys like me.  I'm trying to write some decent stories
rlm@2: with young characters so maybe we can get a LITTLE more respect.
rlm@2: I won't name names but some of the stuff is ridiculous enough
rlm@2: without it happening to 10 year olds.
rlm@2:      Which brings me to my next point.  I'm trying to be more
rlm@2: realistic as well.  First times involve pain.  Especially if it
rlm@2: were to happen then.  I want my stories to convey more physical
rlm@2: and mental realism.  Not EVERY girl in the world who has sex
rlm@2: enjoys it or if they do, may feel bad afterwards depending on the
rlm@2: situation.  I want more realism, plain and simple.  Not 8 year
rlm@2: olds with older guys up their butts with carrots AND animals in
rlm@2: their pussy . . . oops--said too much.
rlm@2:      Third, I LIKE little girls!  Let's face it.  The Japanese
rlm@2: culture isn't exactly against this type of thinking.  In most
rlm@2: shows out there, the "little girl" is usually the most likable of
rlm@2: the cast and there is always a little overshadowing to the
rlm@2: concept of them with the main character or some other guy.
rlm@2: Chibi-Usa and Mamoru, Sasami-chan and Tenchi, the list goes on.
rlm@2: Just look at the RIDICULOUS amount of Ruri Hoshino merchandise.
rlm@2: She's not the ONLY female on Nadesico, you know.
rlm@2:      Finally, anime age is NOT a fact, it's a suggestion.  To be
rlm@2: totally honest, ALL anime females look at least 2 years older
rlm@2: than their actual age.  Sailor Moon starts off at 14.  I can
rlm@2: BARELY see that.  I never bought Sasami being 8 as far as age
rlm@2: goes.  I have 8 year old cousins that don't look close to
rlm@2: whatever age she's supposed to be.  Plus the, younger characters
rlm@2: are almost ALWAYS the smartest or wisest characters.  Look at
rlm@2: Sasami and to a lesser extent, Washu.  It's like a trap, I tell
rlm@2: you!
rlm@2:      I also look at Sakura Lemon and see what's missing.  That
rlm@2: also is part of my reason for picking what I do.  Card Captor
rlm@2: Sakura is that popular and only ONE fic . . . not if I have
rlm@2: anything to say about it.
rlm@2:      But besides all this, just do your own thing.  I own TONS of
rlm@2: this stuff.  Little girls, big girls, mean girls, sweet girls,
rlm@2: whatever.  I don't put down ANYBODY'S stuff.  I have preferences
rlm@2: like anyone else but I can read them all . . . well, most of
rlm@2: them.  The most important thing to remember is: IT'S NOT REAL!
rlm@2: It's anime.  I dread the thought of anyone reading my fic and
rlm@2: molesting an elementary school girl.  Let's all just keep it in
rlm@2: our pants and agree to disagree.  I'll head to that cool Sasami
rlm@2: story and you can go to that Sailor Moon being raped by tentacles
rlm@2: and killed story.  Whatever floats your boat.
rlm@2:      I'm ALWAYS up for conversation too.  Annybody want to talk,
rlm@2: my address is kaitouace@hotmail.com.  Anyone agree, disagree,
rlm@2: want to ask me something, comment on my stories,or anything,
rlm@2: please do.  I'll ignore flames of course. I get that from my own
rlm@2: family.  But any actual critism will be commented on.  I'm still
rlm@2: worried about my writing.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      That's it.  Sorry for babbling so long.  If you're still
rlm@2: here, that is.
rlm@2: