I'm currently working on a Dir en grey story. I have a feeling its going to be a novel. Its already 5 pages and Kyo just got out of the hospital. Sheesh.

I wrote another one earlier about a sleepover at Shinya's house. It is completed so I'm going to post it. It was a trial run, trying to work out how I wanted to portray the guys from the band. So it's not as good as the one about Kyo, but if you'd read it and give me hints on how to improve my writing it would be a big help. PM me if you want. I try to avoid grammatical errors as best as possible. I don't like to use n00b talk. Ok, enough chit-chat. Here goes the story!

Sleepover at Shinya's

The doorbell rang. Shinya looked through the peephole, only to see Die’s juicy eyeball staring right back at him. Shaking his head in disbelief, he unbolted the door and let said aggravator in, along with the other band members.
Miyu ran around greeting everyone in a burst of yips.
"What are you all doing here?" Shinya asked, suppressing a grin as his puppy licked Toshi's face to death.
"We came to have a sleepover!" Toshi squealed in between puppy smooches.
"Don't look at me like that, it wasn't my idea." Kaoru almost snarled.
"Where's your TV, Shin-san? I wanna hook this game system up." Kyo said distractedly. Shinya pointed in the direction of his living room.
"Hey, can I make some popcorn?" Die asked, pulling out a bag of ready to microwave kernels and shaking it in the drummer's face.
"Go ahead." Shinya mumbled, a little overwhelmed by this impromptu party.
Dropping onto the chair in the hallway, the young man sighed. It was going to be a long night.


Sometime later, he came into the living room where all the rest of his band mates were. They had just finished a four-way battle in some video game. Die turned to him with grin, and said, "Let's watch this Body Hungry VI movie I rented!"
"Um, is that such a good idea?" Kaoru said somewhat nervously.
"Oh, c'mon Kaoru, it's so hokey." Kyo chirped. "Ain't that right, Shinya?"
Shinya hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It really isn't that bad, Kaoru."
"Okay." Kaoru said quietly, but his face still betrayed quite a bit of apprehension about the whole thing.
Without waiting for any further objection, Die hit the lights and the group was bathed in a soft glow from the TV screen. The movie started out with a dreary old house, surrounded by a threatening storm. Lightning flashed and the thunder roared as the camera focused in on a dark figure making its way to the front door.
Upon arriving at said door, the figure reached up with a pale, sickly hand and pounded feebly on the knocker. The door creaked open, and a tall, ugly man in a butler uniform glared down at this intruder.
"Yes, can I help you?" He said dryly, ending his sentence with what sounded like a hiss.
"Yes, yes, you can help me," replied the voice from inside the hood, "I need something to eat."
"I have nothing to offer you in that respect." He started to close the door.
"But you said you would HELP ME!" screeched the voice from the hood.
Suddenly, the figure leaped on the butler, with its face buried deep in his throat. Thick blood spouted from the victim who didn't get a chance to cry out as his voicebox was crushed almost instantly.
The scene ended when the opening credits began to roll. Kyo turned to the band's bassist, and whispered with a giggle, "See, it wasn't so bad, Kaoru? Kaoru?" Kaoru had passed out.

Shinya sat with Kaoru in the kitchen. The others were still watching the movie. "You know, it's okay to be upset. To be honest, I don't care much for those films either. I don't act scared, but they give me awful nightmares afterward." Shinya said, trying to soothe Kaoru's bruised ego.
Kaoru still looked pale, but a small smile appeared on his face. "Thanks, Shinya. I know you tried, but the fact remains, I am a coward. But let's not have anymore of this sniveling, what do you have to drink?"
"That's the tough guy I know. All I have is wine, a bottle of Merlot, I think." Shinya rose from the table to get the alcoholic beverage, but Kaoru grabbed his hand, and giving it squeeze, as if to say "thank you" again, but in a very different way.


(insert fanservice here 'cause I sure as heck-fire ain't writin' it!)


Not long after the movie ended, everyone was gathered in the living room again. It was sometime after midnight. Kaoru was sitting on the couch with a placid grin on his face, and a flush in his cheeks, presumably from the amount of alcohol he had consumed over the past hour. Shinya was watching him nervously. He didn't like to see Kaoru drink so much.
Kyo and Die were playing a game of checkers, while Toshi, having fallen asleep during the movie, couldn't be wakened, even if the world was coming to an end. Shinya finally spoke, "I think everyone should turn in now. We're all exhausted."
Die looked at Kyo, who was yawning rather fiercely in an attempt to stay awake, and then shrugged. "I'm not really that tired, but okay." Die said.
"Me neither." said Kyo, suppressing another yawn. The two of them crawled into their sleeping bags, and in less than 2 minutes, they were sawing logs along with Toshiya.
Shinya rolled his eyes and glanced over Kaoru. The man had fallen over on the couch and was snoring loudly. He smiled and threw a blanket over him.
"C'mon, Miyu. Bedtime." Shinya said to his furry companion. The puppy curled up next to him and the two drifted off into dreams, surrounded by those they loved most.

Lessee. Um. Well.

I went to Otakon. It was cool. I got a sweet Dir en grey DVD. Been watching it an AWFUL lot.

My niece can almost roll over. And she makes this really cute GAH noise.

Had a Hard Rock show the other night. Reached a new record for the 50/50. The winner walked home with $105! The charity got $105 as well. Very successful evening.

I have a football game with a bunch of friends scheduled this afternoon. Hopefully people will come. You know how they say they'll come but then don't.

Hrm. Well. I am also going to be involved with a magic show slated for April of 2006. Its going to be huge, with more than 45 people! It'll be the biggest project I've worked on.

Oh, and lately, I've been jogging 2 miles every morning. It's really neat to see how strong I'm getting. My legs are no longer flabby. I just don't know what I'm going to wear to exercise in when the weather gets really cold.

You know, I hate being too hot. I'm definately a cold person. I take cold showers. Ice cold showers. Yeah, I'm really wierd.

Well, that's it for now. I'll update sometime. Soon. I hope.

I've been mulling over things the last few days. Love, surprisingly, has been on my mind the most. I'm obsessed with finding out what it is.

Is it just a trained response to hormonal stimuli, procreation instincts, or is there actually something spiritual about the whole thing?

If there is such a thing as true love, how is it that people fall in and out of love so fast? Or learn to love again?

I've known some elderly people don't get over the loss of someone they love and die soon after, but perhaps that comes from a fear of being alone, not being able to find someone that could serve in that capacity ever again, or thinking they are too old for change.

How does someone find true love? In the wierdest, most unlikely places, I suspect. If chance should deviate a person's normal commute, journey, or way of perceiving things, they may find love waiting in the wings.

Egad. I'm sounding drifty again. I'm not sure what I'm saying.

Why me? Why pick on me? I know I have Windows XP but that doesn't mean you can rewrite my system files so I can't even get into fix it. Clever jerks. Alright, you're real clever. So can you fix the mess you've made?

*fuming angrily*

Stupid Lsass.exe error! What's wrong with your functions?! I don't know!!!

My brother's wife just had her first baby. She's 6 lbs. 14 oz. and 20 inches long. Her name is Lillian Jane T------. I just spent 15 hours in the hospital waiting for her. My god, have I been strung out the last couple of weeks. I feel tired but much more relaxed. Babies bring out all sorts of wierd behavior in the people involved, be it directly or indirectly. The mother was in a state of euphoria, the father a nervous wreck, grandmas and grandpas crying and saying how beautiful she is, and me, Auntie, was poking at the plastic bag that had the placenta in it. It looked like brains. Bloody brains from a Peter Jackson splatter film. It was cool.