::: Blood and Bedsheets :::

Title: Blood and Bedsheets
Rating: nc-17
Disclaimer: These are merely my versions of the artists in question. Obviously I know nothing of the real people, and quite frankly probably never will. I claim no ownership or anything of the sort. Obviously these events are fictional and have no basis in reality what-so-ever.
Warnings: YAOI, slash, whatever. Boy on boy. Don't like it? Don't read it. C'est simple. Also, some blood play.
Pairing: HydexKyo
Summary: A night of drunken revelry.
Note: Bah. It's nowhere near as dark as I'd originally intended it to be. Hate this fic. Hate, hate, hate!

( oh those eyes )

(no subject)

You know, I've had this feeling swimming around in the back of my head for a while now, but I've never really been able to put a finger on what it was. All I really knew was that it was something negative.

Well, it struck me this morning what it is. I feel betrayed, lied to, used.

Funny how I couldn't just see that in the first place. It applies to so many areas of my life.

(no subject)

My English test today was uber easy. Good thing I didn't waste any time to study for it.

And, just so everyone knows, elfs are possibly the worst creature ever to have stuck in your head. And I do mean ever. Aiya. (Anyone interested in joining an RP so the elf stops acting like a bloody paperweight? Anyone? Mind, I don't think a new friend will help him, anyway, when his old friends don't. ...and Oh. My. Gods. I was just bitten by a plot bunny. >.< An evil, evil one.


Yeah. Umn. I'm rambling so I'll stop.