Simply Destiny [03]

The idea to use banners for different stories is not originally mine. I got it from Jeyna Grace. She has a Tom Riddle x OC story up, as well as her own fiction. Visit her page at and tell her I said hi ;)

The idea to use banners for different stories is not originally mine. I got it from Jeyna Grace. She has a Tom Riddle x OC story up, as well as her own fiction. Visit her page at and tell her I said hi 😉

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A/N: Okay, we’re back! Though it has been a long time since we last updated…Unfortunately, our ultimatum was not reached (sob) but…I can’t help it…I just have to post this one!

Hinataluv: Whee! You’re here again! Thanks for reviewing and I do hope you’ll like this…

Sakuni: mamMie!!! Read this, and then tell me what you think (grin)

That goes for everyone as well. I really do hope that you’ll like it and LAUGH J Demanding aren’t I? Oh by the way, Never Ending Promise won’t be updated in a while…Though I’m already halfway through, and am starting what may be a sequel AND a prequel, the computer’s busted and so is the internet. So just a little patience, next time I update that, it’ll be five chapters longer (wide grin)…As long as Sakuni doesn’t keep on snatching my notebook away from me…

Rea: …What’ll I say?

Uhh…For the first time, she’s at a loss for words. O.O

Rea: I’m so sad…About…the reviews…I don’t feel like…continuing…


Rea: BUT…

Oh man…

Rea: …I like slave driving…


Rea: Especially crizarah


Rea: mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa

(Regulars’ POV)


We turned over to look at the venue which we were all trying so hard not to look at and found…

I think Mitsu-chan is dead!”

Tezuka lying on the ground, a large, ugly bruise on his forehead and half of the clipboard he once held beside him. The other one…was in the new manager’s hands.

It wasn’t my fault, it’s his,” she said in a singsong voice while pointing at a seemingly dead Tezuka.

Everyone was in shock – complete and utter shock – at what had transpired.

Ryu-za-ki-sen-sei…” Her voice was still the same she used earlier. “If he’s really dead, could you hurry and call the medics? I don’t want others to see the result of my crime – err, his suicide attempt.” Now she was smiling a smile that was not unlike Fuji’s – very sadistic while pretending to be innocent.

Half of the club fainted.

The Regulars were following Tezuka home. Why? Because he was going home…with the new manager.

“What’s Tezuka doing?” Oishi fretted. “He’s going to ruin his life by…!!”

“Calm down, fuku-buchou,” Momoshiro said coolly. “I’m sure they won’t do that.

Oishi stopped, causing the others to bump into him. “Do what?”

“What you had in mind,” Fuji said with his usual (sadistic) smile. “Saa, let’s keep quiet or they’re bound to notice us.”

“How did I end up going along with this stupidity anyway?” the freshman prodigy complained. Continue reading


Simply Destiny [02]

The idea to use banners for different stories is not originally mine. I got it from Jeyna Grace. She has a Tom Riddle x OC story up, as well as her own fiction. Visit her page at and tell her I said hi 😀

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crizarah: Ohayo minna-san! I’m back and updating…per Rea’s request… (Keep this a secret: I’m being held hostage in their house right now…somebody, help!) This is the continuation of Chapter One. Most of you would call it Chapter Two, but noooo, Rea wants to call it Chapter 1.2…

Rea: Any problems with that? (crizarah hastily shakes head) Meh, it’s kind of boring and sad to write a fic that so few people give reviews to. Poor me…

crizarah: What do you mean you??

Rea: To those who’ve already read this fanfic, I take flames –

crizarah: At least we have one thing we agree upon…But…She’s going to blame it on me -.-;;

Rea: (pushing crizarah aside) – but I loooooooveeee reviews, especially the positive ones.

crizarah: It’s called: “constructive criticism”

Both: Special thanks to Kouyan, the only one who has reviewed so far that we aren’t affiliated to personally, for doing so. Thanks so much! Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

I approached the small group of Regulars, just in time to see him shrugging off his senpai-tachi. I skimmed my hand over his shoulders and, making sure to use a positively lower, silkier and effeminate voice, said, “Saa, that hurts…Could it be that you’ve forgotten the name…”

Fighting not to burst out laughing and spoil the whole thing, I bent nearer to his ear. “Ha-nnah Su-no-“

I was rudely interrupted by his gasping. His head turned sharply into my direction and very nearly hit me. “Hannah…?”

I burst out laughing. “Mwahahahah!! I got ya there, didn’t I?”

His golden orbs narrowed suspiciously. “Why are you here?”

I sobered up. “Strictly confidential.” Ten seconds later, I was laughing again – but this time, with him; or rather, I was laughing and he was…sweatdropp-ing.

(Regulars’ POV)

What the heck are they talking about??

(Hannah’s POV)

It was a long time before I could stop myself and talk without breaking out into another fit of laughter. By that time, I was sure a lot of people were puzzled by our actions and words. Ah well, who cares?

Apparently, somebody does because I was given a whack on the head by…


The Regulars gawked at their captain, while the aforementioned just coughed and dusted himself off discreetly. Turning back to me he said, “That will be the end of it.”

My smile got deteriorated one notch and I got busy racking my brains out with thoughts that would have shamed light at the speed they were flowing in and out of it.

How come Ryoma didn’t recognize me and he did? Was there a flaw I didn’t notice?

While I turned into chibi form, my arms flailing around wildly, the rest were busy with their own conversations.

(Regulars’ POV)

Tezuka…whacked a girl?! Unbelievable! He wouldn’t even do that to us! He hasn’t done that to anybody yet, or at least as far as we’ve known him…Is he going through some phase? As his best friend and the fuku-buchou, should I help out? Maybe I should…I’ll talk to him…I should… – (Guess who)

What is up with this girl? The two most stoic people on this team are affected…I should get more data on her…It would be good to have much information on her… -(Again, guess who)

Buchou…? I’d have traded my bandana first before believing that he would be capable of doing that to a girl… – (Pssshhh…)

(Hannah’s POV)

I froze in midair, still in my chibi form, when I noticed something: everyone was looking at me. “Eh? Nani?”

Tezuka was burying his face in his palm, sighing in resignation. “…Hannah…Near the locker room. Now.”

I stuck my tongue out. “Hai, hai…”

At the locker room…

Not inside the locker room, you pervs!

“Doushite?” I asked nonchalantly. “What’s this tété a tété all about?”

Whapack! “Do. Not. Trouble. Or. Distract. The. Minds. Of. Our. Players.” He handed me the clipboard he whacked me with. “Sorry.”

I brightened up. “Am I supposed to hit back?”

I was rewarded with another hit on the head.

(Regulars’ POV)

We were appalled to see that Tezuka had hit the new manager – again, and twice. What’s next? She’d hit him back? Nobody in their right mind would do that.

Spoke too soon. Continue reading

Chapters! Finally!

I finally got around to typing and posting the first chapters of my fanfiction. Hurray for me! And to those who read them, I’m going to have to ask you if I have to pay for any damage fees, health services, and other things that my writing might have caused. They have banners at the top, color coded so anyone brave enough to read all of them who want to read all of them won’t get confused. The idea came from reading Jeyna Grace’s page. She’s got a Tom Riddle x OC fic up, as well as her own fiction. It’s nice; you should check it out.

All right. So right now, I have three works in progress, all in varying degrees of completion and in always in danger of “two-month-long” hiatuses.

The one I have most chapters of is Never Ending Promise, but anyone who knows the Prince of Tennis storyline knows that it’s incredibly far from finished. I’ve maybe until the matches against Hyotei, which would put us at the Kantou District semi-finals.

Then there’s Simply Destiny, which I have six of ten chapters of. As written above the post, it appears exactly as it does in, random dialogue between Rea and I in the authors’ note and all. It’s rather different from what I usually write, noticeable in the use of different characters’ perspectives and writing them in the first person, and I can only seem to write it when I’m with Rea who owns the obviously crazy girl OC. Sad to say, we don’t see each other much these days even if the universities we attend are along the same avenue. I’ll try to keep writing in that style and present her with the finished work (we’ve worked out what to do with the storyline) when I finish it. Hopefully, that’ll happen before we graduate.

Both of those fanfictions are of the under the Prince of Tennis fandom, and were things I started back in high school. I might be posting the stuff I wrote back in grade school. Let me get my savings up first though. I don’t think I can afford to pay for the damages my high school and grade school attempts at writing can inflict.

In the Harry Potter fandom, I currently have Siriusly Bothered, Severely Annoyed, Remuneratively CuriousI’ve been toying with the idea of posting it here instead of driving people mad when I pace around the room trying to visualize it and now here you are. It’s something I’m writing in an old blue book of mine during my four and a half hour break when I’m not running around desperately trying to search for informants for our research. I’ve planned it as far as twenty years into the story, when Harry tries not to get killed by Voldemort while he tries to end the Dark Lord’s existence. Yes, I’m a dork like that. I hope I get around to finishing it.

There’s one more though although if I’ll be honest, there are a lot. My mind has a lot of corners for plot bunnies to be born along with the dust bunnies. As I’ve apparently been inflicted with the Dark Lord Fever, a plot bunny is currently trying to win a fight against my more sensible guardian dust bunnies. If it doesn’t suffocate and die, (I’m sorry, that was pretty morbid for so early in the morning) I might be posting a time traveling fic. It’ll be full of a certain Dark Lord in the making’s sinfully sexy smirks and mutual manipulation. If the bunny doesn’t die on me.

Four fics.

I’m really going to get myself killed, if not by stress, then by angry readers when I don’t finish them, aren’t I?