my 1st rant(naruto)

gggrrrr i am so fed up with these stupiud filler episodes about nothing. and i mean how many episodes is it not counting the shipuden its pretty long. but it just goes on forever! it never ends goddammminnnTTTTTTTTTT

now that thats outa the way i do respect the creator of naruto and his talent, but the story... it remindes me of harry potter where it never ends. that being said you can respond to my rants and chew me out now for being hatefull!

my friends story that totaly rocks!

my friend's kick but story that has nothing to do with anime, but i like it and thought it was good! so enjoy! ^_^

“only to be excluded, at the end, by my own self.” I put down the book and sighed. ‘Finally, done,’ I thought. I looked up. Another book probably won’t butter up Mrs. Stevens as much as I wanted it to, but it will do for now. I mean, I participate in class all the time, I do all my work, and this is the 3rd book I’ve read before most people have read one. What’s more, she already likes me as is, so this is only frosting on the cake.
“Hey, Dan! Lost in thought again?” Rock called from his seat across from me on the bus.
“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance. “Oh, yeah, sorry. What’s up?”
“OK, so I just got this new mp3 player. And it holds, like, 800 songs. And I’ve already got as much of my music as I have on there, but there’s still space left. Got any suggestions for music I should stick on here?”
“Do you like screaming, in-your-face death metal?” I asked, a coy grin spread across my face.
“Good point,” he said, turning to look at his own player once again. “Why do I even bother? That’s all you ever suggest. Is that all you listen to?”
“Yep.” I grinned as some techno music pulsed through my earbuds. While he was talking, I had put Never Cry Wolf into my backpack and had grabbed my own iPod. This, in our school, was body language for “OK, I’m done talking and going back into my own world.” Of course, now that Rock mentioned it (his real name is James Rockferd, but we all call him Rock), I did feel like listening to some death metal. So as a low growl emanated throughout my ears, I thought about what was at hand,
I was on the afterschool bus from Wiscasset High School to go to the nearest bowling alley in Augusta, Maine. Now, sometimes I would bowl, especially last year, to escape from work and home. Now I only go there because this year, 2 of my friends (and soon sisters), Isabel and Tryst, now went there to hang out afterschool. They only went with the bowling team as a cover-up. Right a block away is a little known dark music store where all of our friends get their death metal CDs, creepy morbid dolls, gothic clothes, and other goods of the like. Because not many people know about Aqua Black (it was originally to be a rave-club ), no one else we knew stopped in (our parents won’t even look at the place). This left us free to congregate and do whatever. Although we never did drugs in there, there were other things we did that would make our parents flip: Evaline and Ricardo making out in the punk section, a little alcohol here and there, and the fact that we all greet each other by biting each other on the necks where we all have our own personal tattoo. A little weird, but we don’t think so. We were originally going to do something with carrying vials of blood, but we dashed the idea when we soon realized that Isabel, Evaline and I were either squeamish or too terrified of needles. Although we hate needles, we don’t mind teeth, which is kind of strange, but I feel that teeth are more controllable. Now, before you go dismissing us as a satanic cult of vampires, let me inform you of the differences. All of us, except Ricardo, are totally Christian. Now if you think a bunch of vampire wannabes can’t be vampire wannabes and Christians at the same time, then you’re wrong, because we’re doing it. Although, in about two months, we won’t be vampire wannabes.
Because I am Edward Joachim Davenpor, and in less than two months, I will become a vampire.
Yes, it does seem inconceivable, and when Lyrica called us and told us she had become a vampire, we thought the same. But we realized; here’s (for most) our greatest fantasy about to come true. Why not give it a go? When we met at Aqua Black later that night, she showed us the teeth, the glowing red eyes, the cold hard skin, and the fact that none of her clothes fit her anymore. Over the course of the weekend (this had all happened about a week ago), she had dropped to a size 6. Besides the fact that somehow she had retained a pair of Cs, she was quite slender. If, still, we still seemed doubtful, she proceeded to run to Dresden and back in no less than 3 minutes. When she got back, we then had to pick up our jaws and beg her to change us. She settled us down, seeing as how we were acting like 7-year-olds at Christmas, and explained what happened.

******

“Alright, so I’m browsing some CDs at Rougé Rougé (another creepy shop) and I had to go to the bathroom. So I go in the bathroom and get ready to head into a stall, when I see some other bitch messing with, of all things, a straight-jacket. So she’s thrashing around, and I decide to be a fuckin’ good samaritan and help her. And, of course, as soon as she’s free, BAM! she’s on me. Now she goes straight for my neck, and I think that I could take her, but she was fucking strong. So she starts biting, right at my tattoo. And I start feeling weird. That’s when I realize, she’s drinking my blood. And I’m thinking ‘Holy shit. She’s a vampire, and she’s going to kill me.’ And just when I feel it’s the end, two guys in white clothes show up and do something to her. I’m not really sure what, my vision had gotten all foggy. I blacked out…and wound up in a straight-jacket, stuck in a dumpster. I get out and fine I’m somewhere in Portland. So I get ready to go out into the open and flag down some help, and, keep in mind this is mid-day, I start puking. I mean, like, almost instantly. Luckily, I realize it must be the sun. It does do stuff to us. I’m not really sure about the other superstitious stuff, but I know crosses are fine; I had gone to our church that night. So, yeah, now I’m a vampire.”
“How did you explain to your mom how you got so skinny?” Luna had asked.
“Huh? I haven’t been home all week!” Lyrica replied with a happy grin.
“Then how have you been eating? Or showering? Or anything like that?” Evaline now asked.
“Well, I managed to get some help from the Townsend Teen Sanctuary. They let me stay there for as long as I need. All I had to do was tell them I was forced to move out with only the clothes on my back. They totally bought it, and now I’m staying there.”
“What about food? Have you killed anyone yet?” Dayton had asked tentatively.
“Actually, I haven’t killed anyone yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t smelled blood yet. Or maybe the whole thing’s a myth. But let me tell you; I can still eat normal food. I just don’t gain any weight, and it tastes really bland. Although, steaks are delicious,” she had replied with a look on her face displaying satisfaction and hunger. We had all then headed inside to plan who was first to become a vampire.
The order we chose was a bit sporadic, but no matter, we all would have our turn. First, she would try it out on a few random people to see if it worked. She would experiment with that until today, when she would bite her brother, Dayton. A week later, she would bite Isabel, to see how asthma is affected. Then would be Tryst, then Luna, then Evaline, then Ricardo, then (as usual) me. I am usually saved for last mostly because I am liked the least out of everyone. Usually the butt of everyone’s jokes, the one who can never get a date, the one made fun of for being a vegetarian and bisexual, the one left out of the loop. But enough of my emo moment (which I have and am made fun of for).

******

As the bus lolled lazily to a stop, Rock and I got up at the same time to rush out.
“First to the building picks excuse?” Rock suggested.
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed, and with that, we ran down the aisle and behind the bus, across the parking lot, where Rock was first to grab the phone of the pay phone holder.
“Yes!” he cried with a fist pump to emphasize his victory. “Sorry, but your cat has cancer.”
“Man, that excuse sucks. Why is it all of your excuses suck?” I remarked, smacking him on the arm.
“Hey man, exploding toaster was awesome!” he said with a look of achievement on his face.
“Yeah, but your excuses are more humorous than logical.”
“So? Every logic needs some humor sometimes.”
“Whatever helps you fall asleep at night,” I said, turning away from him as he popped a quarter into the slot.
Because I went off to Aqua Black whenever I should be bowling, Rock and I usually come up with excuses for me going “home.” Although now it would be fine to not say anything and the teacher chaperone just mark me off as just leaving early, it has become a tradition to come up with random and unbelievable excuses for my absence. As of late, Rock has started growing a mild obsession around it, and will use some free time everyday coming up with witty and hilarious excuses that I find aren’t witty or hilarious.
“Hello, Nancy? Yes, Edward Davenpor is going to be leaving early…” Rock said, nearly jumping in anticipation of his big moment. So I decided to take my leave.
Rock has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We used to live in Connecticut together. Our fathers were both in the Navy, and when my dad was commissioned to New Jersey, his dad was commissioned to somewhere in Oregon. We still managed to keep in touch, and we both learned that our dads were being stationed at the Naval Air Base in Maine. We flipped. We hadn’t seen each other in over 3 years, and were going to be reunited once again. We have been just as close as when we lived in Connecticut. He is one of the five people who know my real name (the others are my immediate family and I). He is also the only one besides my coven who knows about the tattoo on my neck of an eye. He doesn’t know what it’s for, and the only reason he thinks I have it is because it looks cool. I don’t plan on telling him, though. Something tells me he either won’t understand it or just think it’s stupid. Like how I like anime and he likes Spiderman. We both think what the other likes are stupid. Luckily, we don’t let that get in the way of our friendship. Although as soon as he likes NASCAR, I’m killing him.
I reached Aqua Black five minutes after I left. I walked inside, and the familiarities began to take control of my senses. The smell of new leather and latex, the sound of people rifling through CDs and the indie metal they play for the whole store, and the blinking red and white lights from the corner of the ceiling, offering seizures to anyone stupid enough to look away from the black clothes, black walls, or anything else in the dark store to the blinking lights. ‘I’m home,’ I thought with a smile.

******

“So, who else feels slightly sick?” Lyrica asked. Luna, Isabel, and Evaline raised their hands. “Well,” she said, reaching behind her back,” maybe this will make you feel worse!” She pulled out from her duffel bag a large, black, plastic bag. She opened it up and one of the worst smells I had ever smelled emerged from within. Because we had moved outside the building, we had fresh air to help get rid of the smell, but that didn’t stop Isabel from breaking into a coughing fit.
“Bells, you okay?” Evaline asked, going over to help her find her inhaler.
“Gah! What the Hell is in that?” Dayton asked, mouth and nose covered.
“Why, just a mutilated human corpse,” she replied, a smile still on her face.
“But I thought you were going to try to change some humans into vampires,” Tryst said.
“Well, let me explain,” she said, closing the bag and putting it into a dumpster to everyone’s delight.
“This was my fifth try at turning someone. Apparently, you go into a state of horrible convulsions and bloodlust. That explains the straight-jacket. This one tried to escape, and I just got a little annoyed with him. In all, I experimented on 30 people. Twelve are dead due to me missing the vein; it’s way harder without a tattoo. Fourteen died of self-mutilation or just being dumbasses and getting themselves killed, one is alive so I can check his progress, and the rest I killed cause they were just annoying.”
“And the bodies?” Evaline asked, still helping Isabel catch her breath.
“Oh, don’t worry. I made sure to hide them well…they’re in a homemade grave, 15 feet underground in a field somewhere near Albany. And anyway, I don’t have to worry about a few of them; one shot itself three times in front of a police station, one got itself hit by a car, and one jumped off a cliff…although they haven’t found the body yet, it was at Owl’s Head, and it’s very rocky there, so he’s dead.”
“Wait…you kept one?” I asked, questioning why she decided to keep one alive as if they were pets.
“Yea, I need a pet,” she smiled. How did I guess.
“Well, in all seriousness, I wanted to test some things, and found out some things. Garlic, we’re fine. Stakes don’t work. I actually got a book that has tons of ways to kill vampires, and none of them work. Including: poison, silver bullets, being burned alive, and having them bleed to death by tearing out their tongue, eyes, ears, and penis. The only thing that works is to stick a rusty knife into their brain, through the eye. At least, that’s what happened to Pet #1. Of course, my new pet is better. Meet Lestat.” And, seemingly out of nowhere, a mass of dark, long, hair and chains came out of nowhere, and lay crouched, almost curtained by his long hair. He stood up slowly, and we all gaped at his beauty. He had long, black hair that came down past his shoulders. He had beautiful, glowing red eyed accented by black eyeliner and red eye-shadow. A chained collar hung around his neck that Lyrica used to drag him around like a dog. He wore a black t-shirt and black jeans; both tight enough to show off his six-pack and hot body. He gave a look of quiet observation that suggested intellect; as well as being a comical juxtaposition to our wide eyes, mouths agape, staring at him like a precious diamond. Even Dayton gave a look of respect for the beautiful vampire.
“Yep. And he’s allllllllll mine!” Lyrica smirked and kissed him on the cheek.
“Oh, is this the hot guy you were telling me you’re dating?” Tryst said after regaining control.
“Oh yeah. And just so you know, he’s just as hot underneath,” she gave a satisfied look.
“What?” Tryst rose and was twitching with anticipation. “You know what? Screw Dayton! I want to be changed next!”
“Dayton is first, we already agreed. You’ll get your turn,” I said, trying to calm her down.
“Screw that! Like anyone really cares about the order! It’s all crap anyway!”
“What, are you saying my idea sucked?” Lyrica said, both agitated and hurt.
“Yea, the order was lame. I say: REVOTE! Me first, of course.” Tryst stuck a thumb in her direction.
“Revote? Well, I want to be higher up. Second!” Evaline shouted. Bedlam then broke out.
“Third!”
“Fourth!”
“Fourth!”
“No, I’m fourth!”
“I said it first!”
“Screw you!” After this continued for another minute, I began growing annoyed, although I was too afraid of getting yelled at to say anything.
“STOP!” Lestat cried out of nowhere. Everyone shut up.
“I believe you should order it like this: Isabel, Dayton, Edward, Ricardo, Evaline, Luna, and then Tryst. Allow me to explain my reasoning. I don’t know how Isabel’s asthma will be affected, and it would be good to note. Speaking of which, I am willing to volunteer to keep a record of all our findings. Anyway, Dayton, Edward, and Ricardo should be next. We need some protection in case we ever get attacked. The reason for that order is simple: Dayton is the muscle, Edward is the brains, and Ricardo is the logic. Now, I’m not entirely sure, but I believe Ricardo and Evaline are sexually active. Now, vampires are incredibly strong, and if he tries to have sex with her as a vampire, she may be killed. Luna and Tryst, I really don’t have a reason for you two to be higher up on the list, so feel free to decide. Keep in mind, this is just my personal opinion.” Everyone stared at him for one of two reasons:
1) They couldn’t believe he had such an amazing process
Or
2) He has the most beautiful voice anyone had ever heard in their entire lives.
Lyrica looked around and then turned to Lestat.
“Well, I think speak for those who can’t when I say that’s a great idea, honey.” Lestat gave her a kiss of approval.
“Alright,” I said, standing, “all those in favor?” A variety of hands in the air and either “Me” or “Aye” sounded from the group.
“All opposed?” Tryst was the only one who even made an attempt in saying anything, but she quickly backed down when she realized she was the only one.
“The ‘aye’s have it,” I said, grinning because of the glee of having some incredible logic within the group, and also because now I wasn’t last.
“So,” Lyrica said, cracking various parts of her body to symbolize her getting ready to do something, “let’s get this started.”

first post

okay i guess this is my first post. here i am a noob, however i am also a gaia member, and i will be writing fan fiction, and stories here. If i can get my scaner working i will be doin fan art as well! I am completely obssessed with yu yu hakusho, as well as naruto, invader zim, fma, ect. almost anything anime i will devour with inhuman speed. if you have any questions or what not post em here! i will also occasionaly rant! if you want to be my friend on gaia my username is xXTrystXx . .... I LIKE PIE!^_^