...strange things happen xD So at the moment while I should study history I'm creating my own fic community ^___^ The idea came to my mind seeing the communities by many of you. I think it would be good to have a journal about my life and stuff and one only for fics^^ It will make it all more clear and simple.
So well the community is ca_teonatrain . If you want to continue to read my fics (if you are not fed up with them already xD) you can watch this community^^ Of course I would be very happy for that ^___^

Well this is my first attempt at writing a Yukimi-Miharu fic. It's actually a drabble that came to my mind, as I was studing. Between the WWII and the cold war I thought about white and sea. And well this is the result.

So this is a fic I've been working on these days. I felt inspired by some songs I was listening too, for example "Her morning elegance" by Oren Lavie,"Pride" by U2 and "I want to know what love is" xD and I got romantic Eheh So this is a story about Matt's first day at Whammy's and the way his relationship with Mello evolved till the first time they touch each other, that's the reason for the title^^ It's mostly from Matt POV^^
The fic is under the cut!
Hope you like it!^^

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Oh and my first attempt to a Matt/Near <.< here community.livejournal.com/1sentencepr0n/1703.html

Hi every one^^ As I promised I'm posting the little Nabari fic I've finished to write. I wrote this too for the 30_kisses community, the theme was "Our distance and that person". After a while writing in third person I tried to write again in second person^^
What else can I say, as always bitter sweet with little sparkles of sadness. I'd like to dedicate it to sute_hikahika to thank her for the MattxMello drawing ^^ And I want also to thank pumpkinguitar for her sweetness^^
Well here you are and hope you like it!^^

You look at your feet. You have put on black socks and somehow they suit the light brown of the floor.

You think that the parquet is clean and smooth, you wonder if Yukimi is the one who cleans it.

You bring your knees closer to your chest and let your gaze wander around the room.

You have never been here before, you have tried to figure how this place was, how was the place where Yoite sleeps and eats and lives when he is not with you.

But, as it happens often, things are different from how we have imagined them.

Indeed you have never imagined that your first love could be this thin, silent guy, who just jumped into your life without saying anything about himself, some one you want to be with although he is just using you.

Yoite’s cough brings your mind back into the room, you turn and your eyes widen a bit as you see Yoite crouching on the floor, like a little black bird.

Then Yukimi comes, holding a cup. You know it is lemonade. You know Yoite likes it, but you have never prepared it for him, you don’t have a special mug, only for him, as Yukimi does.

You avert your gaze and look again at your feet. Still Yukimi’s deep voice reaches your ears.

“C’mon, Yoite! Drink it up. Here are your pills”.

Yoite doesn’t answer but you know he is grateful, you don’t see him, but you imagine his gloved hands holding the mug like a treasure.

You look out of the huge window, the street lamps seem like lost glow-worms to you. You think it would be nice to be a glow-worm, to fly away from this thing that people call love, because by now you know this is love. And you know that the pain you feel across your body when you see Yoite talking with Yukimi is jealousy.

You feel your eyes become watery, because in the end it was easier to be safe into your little nut shell.

Still you want to be with Yoite.

- Miharu.

Your breath catches in your lungs, you see yourself reflected in the glass, Yoite and the room behind you, with all the papers on the walls, the couch and the clean parquet.

You turn, sliding your light body on the floor.

- Yes, Yoite?

He is sitting there, in front of you, all bones and black coat, he keeps his eyes focused on your feet as he hands you the mug.

You quirk an eyebrow.

He shakes the mug a bit, you take it. Your hands brush against his gloved ones and you can feel butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach.

- Drink it. It was cold outside.

You look at the lemon slice lost in the depth of the mug.

- Thanks.

You sip the lemonade and wonder if you are pressing your lips where he did.

The lemonade is hot in your throat, it calms you in a way.

You wonder if a future with Yoite would be possible, but then you see his thin body reflected in the glass. He is so little in the night sky, so huge for both of you.

Yukimi comes back and sits in front of his laptop typing his article away. The room is full with the sound of his fingers on the keyboard. You are getting used to it, and well is part of Yoite’s world.

You slide on the parquet again, now you are sitting at his side. You hand the mug to him, in silence he takes it, puts it on the floor and looks at you.

You still hear Yukimi typing as you find yourself immobilized by Yoite’s eyes. They are deep, and the weight of the things you don’t know about him comes down on you again.

You watch him get up, he offers his hand to you and you take it. He leads you out of the room, far from the papers, far from the lemonade you have never prepared for him.

The kitchen is little, just the cooker, a cupboard and a little fridge. You smile thinking that Yoite eats a lot and in that funny way of his. You flinch as Yoite lets go of your hand.

- Miharu.

- Mhh.

You look at the mugs near the sink.

- Why are you like this today?

You hear the stress behind his words. He always talks slowly, each word seems a pearl. Now he forms it slowly and drops it slowly but you can hear the uncertainty behind. Then there are lines at the corners of his eyes, and he is laying against the fridge, the blue of his iris on you.

You take a step and take his hand, is soft under the glove.

- I…I don’t want any distance.

You can feel Yoite’s body tense up under your touch.

- W-what distance, Miharu?

The calm of his voice is cracked.

- I don’t want any distance between us.

You feel stupid now, like a little kid afraid of being abandoned.

And you almost want to cry when you hear the sweetness of Yoite’s voice as he speaks.

- W-we are together now.

You can feel his arms around your waist, and in an instant your face is brushing against his coat, you close your eyes.

He kisses you hair, you shiver as your heart speeds up, the time seems liquid now.

You whisper against the fabric of his coat and you feel Yoite shifting to hear you.

- Don’t let anyone take us apart. Even if you are only using me.

You realize just now that you were holding his coat so tightly. You feel his hands over your shoulders. You want to tell him to stop as he pushes you away, but then he stops, his hands still over your shoulders. He looks at you and you know he has something difficult to say and you feel like your whole body is freezing.

- I…I’m not using you anymore.

You open your mouth but you find your face again pressing to Yoite’s chest, one of his hands in your hair.

- Y-Yoite.

- I’m not using you any more, Miharu. And you are the one who doesn’t have to let me go.

You smile and encircle his bird-like waist with your arms.

- Got you.

You feel his hand caressing your hair and his chest rise and fall against your cheek.

You smile, the movement of Yoite’s fingers and the beat of his heart erasing all the distance.

Ugh I hate so much this freaking subject I have to study...And I'm sooo sleepy! Oh well...but still my mood tries to keep up. I've spent quite a nice time with my bf these days, which makes me really happy, seeing that sometimes I'm so moody that is difficult to get along well with each other. Then let's see...there aren't many news. Here is just rain and study every day and reading manga and writing fics ^^
Oh I want to thank dreaming_yue for her company, and for the long talks we had these days^^
Well here there's a micro-fic meme I stole from zorrie816, the one she did was really good**
This is about Matt and Mello!

( Don't you think you'd be freaking hot with this? )

Well think that's all for today^^ How are you all doing?
A huge hug <3

Hi everyone! ^^ Well here is 2:30 am xD I've just come back home. We had a birthday party for a friend and it has been so nice to be with all my closer friends, we all have known each other for more than seven years now^^ And lol!! I had to make a dessert but I messed up with the quantity of milk and it was too liquid and while I was driving it all spilled in my car ! xDDD
Btw after I finished studying today I wrote this little MattxMello fic, the rating may be a little higher than normal. I'd like to dedicate it tozorrie816 , who really made me smile these days with her fics and her fan arts^^
The story is under the cut! :D

 

( Mello wakes up with a terrible headache. )

Finally! Dear kispexi2 made the beta of this piece for me some week ago, but I haven't been able to check it till now.
This is the first time I wrote a LxMello fic,jenwryn 's fantastic fics inspired me. This is the story of Mello feelings for L, and of his relationship with Matt in between. Hope this is not too weird...and that you like it.

So I was having a break from my study and I found this little thing I wrote some days ago...I had almost forgotten it...It's about coffee and Yoite and Yukimi. Yep I couldn't resist to write something about them >/////<
Well here it is!

There are days that are like watery coffee and seem stretched over a surface, stretched too much.

 

Yoite has never tried coffee. Yukimi has said it was something for adults. Yoite has wondered if age should matter for him.

 

Yoite stays concentrated on his movements. He is afraid that otherwise his hands and his arms and his legs would go in other directions or maybe would stop moving.

Yoite knows the threads of his body are almost at the breaking point.

 

He keeps the spoon between his thumb and index and remembers the smell of coffee.

His hands are bare and some grains remain glued to his skin. Yoite thinks of fields. Once Yukimi brought him out of town, just he and him and the car. Yukimi pointed out to him the colours he liked on that surface covered with fields.

Yoite thinks his hands are like fields, only in the wrong colour.

 

He has seen Yukimi making coffee several times. The day he was brought in this apartment and met Yukimi the first thing he did was making coffee. Yoite had sat at the kitchen table and watched Yukimi’s hands moving. He thought Yukimi hands were beautiful.

He presses the start botton.

 

The machine hums to life. It echoes in the empty apartment, over the papers on the walls.

There aren’t photos of him and Yukimi. He wonders how it would feel like to see himself and Yukimi in a photo, their bodies inside a piece of paper.

 

The coffee fills the mug. Yoite waits till it is full to the brim. Coffee seems to him of the colour of trees in the park nearby. Yoite doesn’t like cities.

He sits at the kitchen table, his hands around the cup.

He thinks it should be hot, still his skin seems to be asleep.

 

He sees his face reflected in the brown liquid.

Yoite thinks of Yukimi’s long hands and wishes they could caress him more, also if he can’t feel them well. The idea of them caressing him would be enough.

He swings his legs under the chair.

Hi everybody!^^ Yep the freaking writer got stucked with another fandom xD This is a little LavixAllen fic (D.Gray-man). I'd like to dedicate it too pumpkinguitar, who told me she likes this pairing too and whom I hope can really come to Italy this summer^^
Well hope this is not too terrible xD

Lavi looks at the sky outside. The blue is pale today. He likes to look at the sky, it relaxes him, ‘cause it has no words stamped on it.

He wonders if the fact that he speaks so much is due to all the words he has to read. He wonders if he really wants to spend a life recording and recording. He knows that there’s no point in thinking such things, not now that the war against the Millennium Count is getting worst, still…still there are too many things lurking inside of him. Still he feels them tugging at his heart, at his lungs, every time he sees Allen, every time they talk.

He wonders how comes that a person can shake another’s depths like this.

In the end Lavi knows he wonders to much…Lavi wants someone to explain him what’s going on. To explain him why he wakes up in the morning and the first thing that comes to his mind are Allen’s eyes, so mismatched, so inhuman.

And he knows it’s stupid and naïve but he wants to show Allen that he can be human. That they can be human together.

That’s why today he stares outside the window in his room, and knows that he has to do something, ‘cause in the end he is not made for waiting.

He smiles, a little smile, as he gets up and exits the room.

 

He has learnt from the beginning that what changes history are the moments, the instants.

 

So he walks along too dark corridors, he turns angles and stops in front of a door. It happens like this in mostly books right?

He swallows and knocks. Allen’s voice comes like the rustling of leaves. Lavi chuckles, he should stop thinking such swirling things.

He turns the knob.

- It’s me.

- Oh, Lavi! Come in.

Lavi smiles. And can’t avoid thinking that Allen’s eyes are what will get him lost. Maybe they already have.

- What’s up?

- I wanted to learn something.

- Uh?

Lavi thinks that Allen’s eyes have something so strong in them that, when he keeps them wide open, they become like magnets. And he just walks towards the bed and place both his hands over Allen’s bony shoulders. Feeling his bones under his fingers for a moment he hesitates. Books are full with crap about losing the things we care for, of frail things which break under our touch.

Still…still Lavi wants to learn on his skin, even if it means to bleed or to suffer.

So he leans forwards, he feels Allen’s breath playing over his lips as he tries to speak.

- L-La…

Lavi just presses his lips over Allen’s. They are dry and Lavi passes his tongue over them, slowly.

Allen feels every inch of his body growing numb. At the beginning he tries to fight back, ‘cause the sensation of losing control just scares him too much. Then he just sinks in the calm that has settled inside of him, lost in the warmth of Lavi's lips. His pale hands sink in red, soft hair. As Lavi's pulls back Allen almost grabbs his shirt to keep him there.

A glimmering esmerald eye meets grey ones.

Lavi smirks, as Allen remains speachless.

-Guess I've learnt what I needed to.

Allen tries to find something to say. He doesn't know what to do as he sees that there's not even a single word available.

-Ehi Allen!

-Uh?

-Stop looking for stupid words. See you later.

Lavi whistles along the corridors, hands into his pockets.

Allen lays on his bed, the ceiling is clear with afternoon light.

Lavi knows he had though right. He touches his lips with his fingers.

Allen tries to calm down his toughts, to slow down his heart.

In all this swirling there's no place for too many words.