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Chapter 8.

Despite the previous evening, in which seemed to have reconciled the two, Bill still felt a strange feeling inside. He was still convinced to love Tom, and the fact that he did not snub it down at all. He could not get used to the fact that Tom did not devote more than attention. It was absurd, in short, a week before were the happy lovers, but now Bill found himself with a heart full of unrequited love, while Tom just seemed ... just Tom. The usual rastaro that everyone knew, arrogant and a womanizer. Cheerful, always happy for some reason idiot. He had begun to make his jokes about sex in the interviews, it seemed only the brother of Bill, not her lover - as before.

course were met Georg and Gustav, initially. The twins had stopped with their wiles, the tricks and loving. Cats were no longer in heat and everything seemed to be back to normal, somewhat quiet.

"Tom" Bill called from the top of the tour bus. Tom climbed the stairs and was present.

"What happened?"

"I can not close the money," Bill said, puffing.

"Sit on it, I close my" ordered the rasta. Bill and Tom sat on the suitcase zipped. For a moment Bill's knee touched the arm of Tom and the two looked at each other. An exchange of smiles, laughter and bitter aware. They were doing the right thing, unfounded. Tom nodded and rubbed his hands.

"I turn down," he said, going towards the stairs. He left a languid eyes, caring, and Bill came down the stairs. They had to forget the whole thing, Bill should forget the whole thing.

"Tom, pig dog!" Cursed Bill, down the stairs of the bus tour and dragging behind his suitcase.

"And now what?" Sighed Tom. Bill had not noticed, though, that they were not alone. A girl was sitting on Tom's legs and showed her balcony with a prosperous canottierina virtually non-existent. Tom smiled slyly, he seemed really had deleted everything. Still, fucking, seemed so in love, so happy with Bill ...

"... You have not shut the money and opened the stairs." Bill said. As soon as he saw the girl her eyes were darkened. So it was true. Tom had just deleted ...? No, I could not believe it. If the first was taken by anxiety, seeing that woman on the legs of his brother, he felt relieved. What was the cry on? She had not. Only had to remove his weapons and regain the best brother. Of course, it was not difficult.

So lost in his thoughts these ups and downs, average typical adolescent, Bill went back upstairs, before regretting the times when they were at home - where Tom could not take home any & ndash ;, then you cry him, thinking that Tom would never have more shit, that his life could not improve and he would stay single forever.

Georg and Gustav were discussing their affairs, sitting on the couches of the hotel where they were going to stay. They seemed much more relaxed than before, as if all the strange time of the twins had been canceled .... When Bill realized the situation he felt tremendously frustrated. Everyone had forgotten, except him. Even his best friends were better off without the pair erupted around. None of the two, however, had come to terms with the characters of both. While Tom had canceled the period - that was what gave you to see - Bill seemed more taciturn, solitary and pensive. Not that it had not already happened, for every disappointment Bill locked himself into his world and for a while 'did come to terms with himself. But this time was different. He had the most hysterical, not crying, not vented to anyone. He was just there, watching the movement around him. He knew that cry on them would not be used or even wanted to do it. He felt empty and was not the first time. The lack of affection for Tom had left a hole, a space unbridgeable and Bill did not try to fill it. I just shunned.

So the hours went quiet, lonely, love. The memory remains in the drawer, did not have enough forces to reopen that chapter. He tried to go ahead and hoped that with time, love for Tom was replaced by fraternal affection that had always shared. A jump - a huge leap - backward, as he told Tom.

"Bill, after party is, right?" Said Jost, the manager. Bill looked at him and nodded. Not like those who wanted to go to a party, not like those who went there by force. He just nodded.

"Okay ... so do not be late. Please come down in an hour, enough? "He asked again Jost, estimating that the Bill would certainly have had their hair and makeup.

"Even now, David," said unstressed, getting up and wiping his pants. It was all an hour sitting on the floor, on the gray carpet of his room.

"Okay ..." said Jost insecure. He understood that something was wrong. In short he had seen Bill trick a million times, but never more than a few rare occasion at a party.

"Are you sure that everything is fine?"

"Sure," Bill nodded, a bit 'more vigorously. At the very least had to give the impression of being alive.

They descended the stairs in silence and for the first time the two co-workers were uncomfortable.

*

Bill was floating in the party room, a bit 'random, a bit' lost. Actually had in mind a precise way, he touched the corner of alcohol, red sofa, and sometimes a leap into the bathroom to get rid of all that liquid that enter the body.

"Hey Bill," cried Tom, trying to talk over the music. Bill nodded his head and made a sort of smile, shifting gaze to the people around. Tom threw himself hastily on the leather sofa and brought his arm around the shoulders of Bill, who moved a bit 'in his place and made a face. After a week of "Do not touch me" seemed strange that Tom would behave like that. She brought her mouth to the cheek of Bill and left a kiss sound. Bill looked at him strangely. What was happening?

"Tom, stop it."

"What?" Sang.

"You act so silly ...."

"I am stupid"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Tom smiled and came up suddenly, kissed her lips. Bill jumped to his feet. Cold sweating, heart beating fast. He looked around and oddly - and thankfully - no one had seen them. Tom got up and walked over to Bill. The space between them was so small that air could only pass in the middle of their chests. Bill backed off, Tom grabbed his arm and walked heavily dispatched to the bathroom. Tom Bill slammed against the wooden door with a grin. Bill looked like a deer. Not sweet, not soft. Frightened, terrified by the hunter who wanted to kill him and beating their hearts.

"Tom, please ..." she whispered. Tom put her lips to those of Bill and attempted to force his tongue to enter through the narrow mouth of his brother. Bill pushed him away and let out a sob.

"Do not cry, love." Tom trod the last word with his voice almost maliciously. Bill glared at him. Tom stepped forward, no time to move the rest of the body toward the twin and felt hot. Burning. Bill had just pulled a slap, dry and firm on the cheek. Thank goodness he had not taken the piercing.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tom snapped angrily. Bill looked at him with contempt.

"Look at you. You're drunk. You are pitiful, pathetic. You make me sick. "

came out of that room cursed, leaving Tom in the throes of hysterics.

"Hey Bill, what happened?" Georg asked Bill to a totally out of his mind.

"My brother is an asshole, that's what happens!" Roared the Moor. He left the room and made his arrival at the hotel.

*

The next morning, the twins looked almost sad. Tom was disappointed in the deep and even understood the reason for his gesture, so he tried to make amends.

"Bill ..." Tom whispered. He was crouched on the floor behind the door of his hotel room ajar. Bill was calling so you will not be heard by others, as if the passage in which Bill beat the heels of his boots was inhabited by someone.

"Mh?" Bill looked around. It seemed that he heard a voice but saw no one.

"Below" Tom called out, waving a hand at the door. Bill squinted a bit and came up hunching 'back.

"Tom?"

"Well, who else."

Bill snorted and crossed his arms. What the hell he wanted his brother now? And then, because he was sitting cross-legged on the floor?

"What are you, Tom?" Bill said dryly. He was still angry, perhaps hurt by what had happened the night before.

"Come in, please"

Bill came quickly go a little 'door. When he was in Tom leaned his back against the wooden door and closed it with his weight. Bill was standing in front of him and kept his arms folded, with one hip raised slightly. God, so far as woman.

"What?" Bill asked again, throwing out a little 'air. In fact he knew that Tom was looking for his forgiveness and that he knew even better had they not already granted. He just wanted to be wanting a bit '.

"You sit down," asked Tom. Bill knelt in front of sister, leaning all his weight on his knees and thighs. Tom smiled, extending an arm, pushed slightly Bill's chest and they fell on my ass. It seemed one of those who watched cartoons as kids. The expression funny and a bit 'crowded out, the tuft of hair on the eye and lower lip a bit' out.

"Ah-ah. Very funny Tom "Bill muttered, adjusting his clothes. He settled back, crossing his legs and dropping the shoulders.

"As children we once played for the Indians. We sat so still. "Began the rasta.

"What a stupid thing."

"Yeah. I could not put my slacks. And you wanted to wear makeup at all costs. "

Bill smiled a little 'love to those memories and suddenly felt close to him the presence of Tom.

"Okay, that was fun."

"For you! I was running around the house and when I refugee from mom, she laughed and was moved to reach me from that monster you were! "Laughed Tom. Even Bill laughed as he had stopped doing for days. As for months, had stopped doing.

"Okay Tom, what's up?"

"I'm sorry. Yesterday I was drunk, you've noticed. I did not want to be so shit "Tom said sadly. Really, could not explain the reason, the cause that had driven him to drink and to the idiot with his brother.

Bill shrugged and smiled.

"Capita"

Tom nodded. His brother knew to be truly inclusive, when he wanted.

"Thank You"

Bill stood up and held out his hand to his brother to help him up. At the touch, the two felt a strange sensation. Perhaps a spark. Maybe a shock . Or perhaps, so much sadness.

*

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower," advised Bill. He was in shorts short and his chest exposed. His hair was tousled and his eyes a bit 'heavy with sleep.

"Sure, go treasure. I'm a bit of 'go out with Gordon, when you exit the shower come to control the sweet "Simone said softly. Having the twins at home recently looked like a 'habit. Since Tom had the license, the two boys taking every opportunity to escape a bit 'in their nest, of course, when the band programs of the permit.

Bill nodded and smiled, walking up the stairs at home. A good shower was ideal, especially with all the thoughts I had at that time. He needed to relax, absolutely.

"Tom, please check out the sweet, sometimes. It is up to Bill to go but knowing it could take a shower and stay there under an hour, "smiled her mother. Tom chuckled and gave his word. Simon grabbed his coat and went out in the driveway, waiting for Gordon's car that would come a little later.

Tom was lying on the couch and contemplated the TV screen. The lights were out, and though they had just seven darkness reigned supreme over the town of Loitsche. We thought about at times. He thought how it would be nice to live in a small town unknown in the peace and confidence that it could give. Maybe waking up every morning at dawn, put a pair of slippers and a shirt, get into the garden and take a bite of a fish watching the sun rise, which tinted the sky a pale blue-yellow mixture. And certainly, there would have been good even a song on the piano, the kind that make you want a relaxing life of one of those old silent films in black and white.

were fantasies, though. Humble dreams, unrealizable, perhaps not even that would never come true. But sometimes it was nice to fantasize, a little off 'from the world and all the troubles and problems that entailed.

Tom was to be lost in dreams with open eyes lying on a soft couch of her home, while in the house, another boy was lost in his idyllic world. There were no peach trees, the scent of the morning nor Giovanni Allevi piano playing in the backyard. That world was full of sweet and sickly sweet love.

The mixer water fell slightly on the frail body of Bill, stroking the hair and white skin blacks. The drops of water falling broken, sinuous lines and irregular walked on his chest, meeting some of the time 'of soap.

"Aah ..." Bill sighed, eyes closed. The steam was almost unbearably hot and humid and you could hardly breathe, but sit back and relax every muscle and every tendon that guy nervous. We really wanted that bath had been so long since he allowed himself a moment to think of him. His attention was paid to eighty percent of Tom, ten percent in the interviews, voice and concerts and the remaining ten percent was devoted to makeup, to clothes and hair. The last part of a percentage, perhaps it could be considered as personal attention, but Bill knew that all that makeup, those extravagant clothes and hair were not cared for extra personal satisfaction, but commercial techniques reserved to women, and why not? , sometimes even men.

His life was tremendously frustrating lately, you often find yourself thinking, to act in behalf of the people around him. No, he was always to think of others. Maybe it was a selfish thought, perhaps, or just antisocial misanthrope [i] , but he was sick of it all, began to hate people, friends, fangirls and their love stories inconclusive ... just hated the world.

threw out the air and shook his head. But he must not play the victim. Calmly all would. Turned the handle of the mixer and the water stopped off slowly opened the door of the box and wrapped in a bathrobe on the case. It was blue, a nice dark blue and some orange lines, dark green, red and light green running around the sleeves [ii] . It was soft, really soft. And really, that was not his bathrobe. Mistakenly had grabbed one of Tom and a strange sense of uneasiness took possession of him. Certainly not Tom would be angry, but he seemed to do something forbidden, so beautiful that it can be bad. He sniffed the cloth and smell the bubble bath they used always, the smell of soap, clean. Smell of Tom. It was so strange, she could never focus on himself. Basks in the perfume - which on the other hand was also his, in As the whole family used the same bubble bath - and after several minutes, with a smile on his lips, walked out of the bathroom. Upstairs there was none, only the lights of street lamps lit up the corridor, so Bill pressed the switch and wall lamps lit up the long strip of the room. Bill sighed and smiled, satisfied. At his nostrils came a peculiar smell, and immediately went downstairs, like a fury. She ran to the kitchen, already imagining the house catching on fire. When he saw Tom in the kitchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tom Kaulitz cooking, the scoop of the year" mocked him a bit 'Bill, relaxing by the fire avoided.

"Maybe, the girls would get me to walk more than they do now," said smiling and keeping his eyes glued to the small saucepan. Bill staggered to the chair and threw it there. To hear Tom talk about women at home bothered him a lot.

"Sorry ... I did not think" Tom whispered, glancing. Bill shrugged and smiled. At least his brother was aware of his sufferings.

"That smells good!" Exclaimed Bill. Tom nodded and smiled.

"Mom cooked pineapple, so you do not die"

"Hey ..." Bill said, pinching his shoulder.

"See you shove an apple in his mouth!" Tom jokingly threatened him, Bill was in fact allergic apples. They both laughed, and soon after Tom discovered that Bill was wearing his bathrobe.

"What is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, as he had done Bill.

"I got one at random ..." Bill is justified crossing his arms and looking away.

"No, uh, I was talking to another ..." Tom murmured, trying to stifle a laugh. Bill looked and noticed that a beginning was getting an erection part of the bathrobe. She blushed violently, and covered, running in the room.

"Idiot," cried Bill while doing the stairs. Tom laughed and waited for his brother. When Bill was dressed and went downstairs and full-bodied sweet smell of pineapple caught him again. It was a good smell, it looked delicious. Fruit sugar had melted and now the classic scent of cooked fruit expanded to all corners of the house, concentrating in the kitchen. It was as a sweetener, filled his nostrils and stimulates the senses.

"Wow ..." breathed Bill, sitting down again.

"You solved fast," Tom poked him

"Idiot ..." mumbled Bill

"Come on, you know what a joke. It happens an-"Tom stopped the flow of words, thinking that perhaps he had said too much.

"an-what happens?" I urged Bill

"Nothing, leave it alone"

Bill shrugged, but a good boy with hormones in full working time and a mindset more feminine than masculine - which was all his advantage - and immediately started to think about the thousands of possible hidden meanings.

Tom grabbed the wooden spoon he was using to mix the fruit, dipped it in the pot and brought it to his lips, blowing on it. Tasted a bit of the yellowish substance on the end tool and passed it to Bill.

"Taste" ordered Tom.

"It 's good but I have a better idea ..."

Bill went to the freezer and after careful research took a package of puff pastry.

"We make a pie!" Exulted the dark, clapping. Tom was a bit 'worried about the idea of being in the same room with Bill, a hot filling, which could easily cadergli him, and many knives, they could have done the same end of the filling. He knew his brother, but perhaps not enough. And yet it looked so cute with straight hair, clean face and the joy that radiated around him. If it takes so little to give him a few moments of happiness, because negarglielo.

"Okay, but I do not wash the dishes," said Tom quickly, causing a loud laugh Bill.

They worked for an hour at that sweet. We would put less, much less in normal conditions, but they had lost playing with the flour, with shapes - although nothing to do with the cake they were doing - and with all that were on the kitchen counter . As soon as they finished the cake mold and fill the fire, along with two small cookies made with the remaining dough. Bill had created a cute little heart with his little mouth and eyes, while Tom had taken his share of pasta, had crumpled and shoved into the oven as it was. Bill had snorted, saying he had no imagination and style that would not have died if he had struggled a bit 'more, and Tom replied that they had just cooked together, wondering if that was not enough.

"Okay! Will be ready in twenty minutes, "said Bill happy, jumping on the couch. His shirt was completely smeared with flour, so out of laziness had just taken off and left on the kitchen table. Tom sat down composedly on the chair - he had changed his shirt - and grabbed the remote control.

"Hey, put it on MTV!" said Bill, trying to stretch an arm toward his brother. He felt extremely tired, although he stayed for an hour in the afternoon, so gave up the undertaking to steal the remote control. His eyes grew heavy and slowly closed, leaving in his mind the image of Tom resting comfortable in the chair. Shortly after his mouth opened up and began to snore. Tom turned, and only then noticed that Bill had fallen asleep. He took the blanket at his feet and placed it on his brother's naked torso, shivering slightly as she touched him.

was a feeling strange, really. I did not feel those chills since they were totally closed their report. Yet were not the same thrills. They were shivering with passion, there was nothing exciting in the extreme. It was different. Shocks were thin and almost impalpable, read and perhaps insignificant. To this took no notice, grabbed another blanket and fell asleep too, awaiting the return of the mother and Gordon.

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[ii] ; In practice is the description of my bathrobe.

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Chapter 8.

Despite the previous evening, when the two seemed to have reconciled, Bill still felt a strange feeling inside. He was still convinced to love Tom, and the fact that he did not snub it down at all. He could not get used to the fact that Tom does not spend more than attention. It was absurd, in short, a week before were the happy lovers, but now Bill found himself with a heart full of unrequited love, while Tom just seemed ... just Tom. The usual rastaro that everyone knew, arrogant and a womanizer. Cheerful, always happy for some reason idiot. He had begun to make his jokes about sex in the interviews, it seemed only the brother of Bill, not her lover - as before.

course were met Georg and Gustav, initially. The twins had stopped with their wiles, the tricks and loving. Cats were no longer in heat and everything seemed to be back to normal, somewhat quiet.

" Tom" Bill called from the top of the tour bus. Tom climbed the stairs and was present.

" What's happening?"

" I can not close the money," Bill said, puffing.

" Sit on, I close it," ordered the Rasta. Bill and Tom sat on the suitcase zipped. For a moment Bill's knee touched the arm of Tom and the two looked at each other. An exchange of smiles, laughter and bitter aware. They were doing the right thing, unfounded. Tom nodded and rubbed his hands.

" back down," he said, going towards the stairs. He left a languid eyes, caring, and Bill came down the stairs. They had to forget the whole thing, Bill should forget the whole thing.

" Tom, pig dog!" Cursed Bill, down the stairs of the tour bus and dragging her suitcase.

" And now what?" Sighed Tom. Bill had not noticed, though, that they were not alone. A girl was sitting on Tom's legs and showed her balcony with a prosperous canottierina virtually non-existent. Tom smiled slyly, he seemed really had deleted everything. Still, fucking, seemed so in love, so happy with Bill ...

" ... You have not shut the money and opened the stairs." Bill said. As soon as he saw the girl her eyes were darkened. So it was true. Tom had just deleted ...? No, I could not believe it. If the first was taken by anxiety, seeing that woman on the legs of his brother, he felt relieved. What was the cry on? She had not. Only had to remove his weapons and regain the best brother. Of course, it was not difficult.

So lost in his thoughts these ups and downs, typical adolescent medium, Bill returned to the floor, before regretting the times when they were at home - where Tom could not take home any - and then feeling sorry for himself, thinking that Tom would never have more shit, that his life could not improve and he would stay single forever.

Georg and Gustav were discussing their affairs, sitting on the couches of the hotel where they were going to stay. They seemed much more relaxed than before, as if all the strange time of the twins had been canceled .... When Bill realized that he felt the situation tremendously frustrated. Everyone had forgotten, except him. Even his best friends were better off without the pair erupted around. Neither, however, had come to terms with the characters of both. While Tom had canceled the period - that was what gave you to see - Bill seemed more taciturn, solitary and pensive. Not that it had not already happened, for every disappointment Bill locked himself into his world and for a while 'did come to terms with himself. But this time was different. He had the most hysterical, not crying, not vented to anyone. He was just there, watching the movement around him. He knew that cry on them would not be used or even wanted to do it. He felt empty and was not the first time. The lack of affection for Tom had left a hole, a space unbridgeable and Bill did not try to fill it. I just shunned.

So the hours went quiet, lonely, love. The memory remains in the drawer, did not have enough forces to reopen that chapter. He tried to go ahead and hoped that with time, love for Tom was replaced by fraternal affection that had always shared. A jump - a huge leap - backward, as he told Tom.

" Bill, is to the after party, right? "said Jost, the manager. Bill looked at him and nodded. Not like those who wanted to go to a party, not like those who went there by force. He just nodded.

" Okay ... so do not be late. Please come down in an hour, enough? "He asked again Jost, estimating that the Bill would certainly have had their hair and makeup.

"David Even now," said unstressed, getting up and wiping his pants. It was all an hour sitting on the floor, on the gray carpet of his room.

" Okay ... "said Jost insecure. He understood that something was wrong. In short he had seen Bill trick a million times, but never more than a few rare occasion at a party.

" Are you sure that everything is fine?"

" Sure!" Bill nodded, a bit 'more vigorously. At the very least had to give the impression of being alive.

went down the stairs in silence and for the first time the two co-workers were uncomfortable.

*

Bill was floating in the party room, a bit 'random, a bit' lost. Actually had in mind a precise way, he touched the corner of alcohol, red sofa, and sometimes a leap into the bathroom to get rid of all that liquid that enter the body.

" Hey Bill," cried Tom, trying to talk over the music. Bill nodded his head and made a sort of smile, the look on people moving around. Tom threw himself hastily on the leather sofa and brought his arm around the shoulders of Bill, who moved a bit 'in his place and made a face. After a week of "Do not touch me" seemed strange that Tom would behave like that. She brought her mouth to the cheek of Bill and left a kiss sound. Bill looked at him strangely. What was happening?

" Tom, stop it."

" What?" Sang.

" You act so silly ...."

" I am stupid"

" What the hell are you talking about?"

Tom smiled and came up suddenly, kissed her lips. Bill jumped to his feet. Cold sweating, heart beating fast. He looked around and oddly - and thankfully - no one had seen them. Tom got up and walked over to Bill. The space between them was so small that only air could pass between their breasts. Bill backed off, Tom grabbed his arm and walked heavily dispatched to the bathroom. Tom Bill slammed against the wooden door with a grin. Bill looked like a deer. Not sweet, not soft. Frightened, terrified by the hunter who wanted to kill him and beating their hearts.

" Tom, please ..." she whispered. Tom put her lips to those of Bill and attempted to force his tongue to enter through the narrow mouth of his brother. Bill pushed him away and let out a sob.

" Do not cry, love." Tom trod the last word with his voice almost maliciously. Bill glared at him. Tom stepped forward, no time to move the rest of the body to the twin and felt hot. Burning. Bill had just pulled a slap, dry and firm on the cheek. Thank goodness he had not taken the piercing.

" What the fuck are you doing?" Tom snapped angrily. Bill looked at him with contempt.

" Watch. You're drunk. You're pathetic, pathetic. You make me sick. "

came out of that room cursed, leaving Tom in the throes of hysterics.

" Hey Bill, what happened?" Georg asked Bill to a totally out of his mind.

" My brother is an asshole, that's what happens!" Roared the Moor. He left the room and made his arrival at the hotel.

*

The next morning, the twins looked almost sad. Tom was disappointed in the deep and even understood the reason for his gesture, so he tried to make amends.

" Bill ..." Tom whispered. He was crouched on the floor behind the door ajar of his hotel room. Bill was calling so you will not be heard by others, as if the passage in which Bill beat the heels of his boots was inhabited by someone.

" Mh?" Bill looked around. It seemed that he heard a voice but saw no one.

" Below" Tom called out, waving a hand at the door. Bill squinted a bit and came up hunching 'back.

" Tom?"

" Well, who else."

Bill snorted and crossed his arms. What the hell he wanted his brother now? And then, because he was sitting cross-legged on the floor?

" What are you, Tom?" Bill said dryly. He was still angry, perhaps hurt by what had happened the night before.

" Come in, please"

Bill came quickly go a little 'door. When he was in Tom leaned his back against the wooden door and closed it with his weight. Bill was standing in front of him and held the arms folded, with one hip raised slightly. God, so far as a woman.

" What do you want?" Bill asked again, throwing out a little 'air. In fact he knew that Tom was looking for his forgiveness and that he knew even better had they not already granted. He just wanted to be wanting a bit '.

" You sit down," asked Tom. Bill knelt in front of sister, leaning all his weight on his knees and thighs. Tom smiled, extending an arm, pushed slightly Bill's chest and they fell on my ass. Seemed one of those who watched cartoons as kids. The expression fun and a bit 'crowded out, the tuft of hair on the eye and lower lip a bit' out.

" Ah-ah. Very funny Tom "Bill muttered, adjusting his clothes. He settled back, crossing his legs and dropping the shoulders.

" As children we once played for the Indians. We sat so still. "Began the rasta.

" What a stupid thing."

" Yeah. I could not put my slacks. And you wanted to wear makeup at all costs. "

Bill smiled a little 'love to those memories and suddenly felt close to him the presence of Tom.

" Okay, that was fun."

" for you! I was running around the house and when I refugee from mom, she laughed and was moved to reach me from that monster you were! "Laughed Tom. Even Bill laughed as he had stopped doing for days. As for months, had stopped doing.

"Tom Okay, so what?"

" Sorry. Yesterday I was drunk, you've noticed. I did not want to be so shit "Tom said sadly. Really, could not explain the reason, the cause that had driven him to drink and to the idiot with his brother.

Bill shrugged and smiled.

" Capita"

Tom nodded. His brother knew to be truly inclusive, when he wanted.

" Thank You"

Bill stood up and held out his hand to his brother to help him up. At the touch, the two felt a strange sensation. Perhaps a spark. Maybe a shock . Or perhaps, so much sadness.

*

" Mom, I'm going to take a shower," advised Bill. He was in shorts and with his chest open. His hair was tousled and his eyes a bit 'heavy with sleep.

" course, go treasure. I'm a bit of 'go out with Gordon, when you exit Come check out of the shower fresh "Simone said softly. Having the twins at home recently looked like a 'habit. Since Tom had the license, the two boys taking every opportunity to escape a bit 'in their nest, of course, when the band programs of the permit.

Bill nodded and smiled, walking up the stairs at home. A good shower was ideal, especially with all the thoughts I had at that time. He needed to relax, absolutely.

" Tom, please check out the sweet, sometimes. It is up to, but Bill goes to take a shower and knowing it could be there in an hour, "smiled her mother. Tom chuckled and gave his word. Simon grabbed his coat and went out in the driveway, waiting for Gordon's car that would come a little later.

Tom was lying on the couch and contemplated the TV screen. The lights were out, and though they had just seven darkness reigned supreme over the town of Loitsche. We thought about at times. He thought how it would be nice to live in a small town unknown in the peace and confidence that it could give. Maybe waking up every morning at dawn, put a pair of slippers and a shirt, get into the garden and take a bite of a fish watching the sun rise, which paints the sky a pale blue-yellow mixture. And certainly, there would have been good even a song on the piano, the kind that make you want a relaxing life of one of those old silent films in black and white.

were fantasies, though. Humble dreams unattainable, perhaps even would never come true. But sometimes it was nice to fantasize, a little off 'from the world and all the troubles and problems that entailed.

Tom was to be lost in dreams with open eyes lying on a soft couch its, while in the house, another boy was lost in his idyllic world. There were no peach trees, the scent of the morning nor Giovanni Allevi piano playing in the backyard. That world was full of sweet and sickly sweet love.

The mixer water fell slightly on the frail body of Bill, stroking the hair and white skin blacks. The drops of water falling broken, sinuous lines and irregular walked on his chest, meeting some of the time 'of soap.

" Aah ..." Bill sighed, eyes closed. The steam was almost unbearably hot and humid and you could hardly breathe, but sit back and relax every muscle and every tendon that guy nervous. We really wanted that bath had been so long since he allowed himself a moment to think of him. His attention was paid to eighty percent of Tom, ten percent in the interviews, the voice and the concerts and the remaining ten percent was devoted to makeup, to clothes and hair. The last part of a percentage, perhaps it could be considered as personal attention, but Bill knew that all that makeup, those extravagant clothes and hair were not cared for extra personal satisfaction, but confidential business techniques to the public women, and why not, sometimes even men.

His life was tremendously frustrating lately, you often find yourself thinking, to act in behalf of the people around him. No, he was always to think of others. Maybe it was a selfish thought, perhaps, or just antisocial misanthrope ^the , but he was sick of it all, began to hate people, friends, fangirls and their love stories inconclusive ... simply hated the world.

threw off the air and shook his head. But he must not play the victim. Calmly all would. Turned the handle of the mixer and the water stopped off slowly opened the door of the box and wrapped in a bathrobe on the case. It was blue, a nice dark blue and some orange lines, dark green, red and light green running around the sleeves ⁱⁱ . It was soft, really soft. And really, that was not his bathrobe. Mistakenly had grabbed one of Tom and a strange sense of uneasiness took possession of him. Certainly not Tom would be angry, but he seemed to do something forbidden, so beautiful that it can be bad. He sniffed the cloth and smell the bubble bath they used always, the smell of soap, clean. Smell of Tom. It was so strange, she could never focus on himself. Basks in the perfume - which on the other hand was also his, because whole family used the same bubble bath - and after several minutes, with a smile on his lips, walked out of the bathroom. Upstairs there was none, only the lights of street lamps lit up the corridor, so Bill pressed the switch and wall lamps illuminated the long strip of the room. Bill sighed and smiled, satisfied. At his nostrils came a peculiar smell, and immediately went downstairs, like a fury. She ran to the kitchen, already imagining the house catching on fire. When he saw Tom in the kitchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tom Kaulitz cooking, the scoop of the year" mocked him a bit 'Bill, relaxing by the fire avoided.

" Maybe, the girls would get me to walk more than they do now," said smiling and keeping his eyes glued the small saucepan. Bill staggered to the chair and threw it there. To hear Tom talk about women at home bothered him a lot.

" Sorry ... I did not think" Tom whispered, glancing. Bill shrugged and smiled. At least his brother was aware of his sufferings.

" That smells good!" Exclaimed Bill. Tom nodded and smiled.

" mum cooked pineapple, so you do not die"

" Hey ... "Bill said, pinching his shoulder.

" See you shove an apple in his mouth!" Tom jokingly threatened him, Bill was in fact allergic to apples. They both laughed, and soon after Tom discovered that Bill was wearing his bathrobe.

" What is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, as he had done Bill.

" I got one at random ..." Bill is justified crossing his arms and looking away.

" No, uh, I was talking to another ... "Tom murmured, trying to stifle a laugh. Bill looked up and noticed that an erection was getting up early part of the bathrobe. She blushed violently, and covered, running in the room.

" idiot," cried Bill while doing the stairs. Tom laughed and waited for his brother. When Bill was dressed and went downstairs and full-bodied sweet smell of pineapple caught him again. It was a good smell, it looked delicious. Fruit sugar had melted and now classic bouquet of stewed fruit expanded to all corners of the house, concentrating in the kitchen. It was as a sweetener, filled his nostrils and stimulates the senses.

" Wow ..." breathed Bill, sitting down again.

"You resolved fast," Tom poked him

" Idiot ..." mumbled Bill

" Come on, you know what a joke. It happens an-"Tom stopped the flow of words, thinking that perhaps he had said too much.

" an-what happens?" I urged Bill

" Nothing, leave it alone"

Bill shrugged, but a good boy with hormones in full working hours and a mentality female and male - which was all to his advantage - and immediately started to think about the thousands of possible hidden meanings.

Tom grabbed the wooden spoon he was using to mix the fruit, dipped it in the pot and brought it to his lips, blowing on it. Tasted a bit of the yellow substance that was the end of the tool and passed it to Bill.

" Taste" ordered Tom.

" It 's good but I have a better idea ..."

Bill went to the freezer and after careful research took a package of puff pastry.

" We make a pie!" Exulted the dark, clapping. Tom was a bit 'worried about the idea of being in the same room with Bill, a hot filling, which could easily cadergli him, and many knives, they could have done the same end of the filling. He knew his brother, but perhaps not enough. And yet it looked so cute with straight hair, clean face and the joy that radiated around him. If it takes so little to give him a few moments of happiness, because negarglielo.

" Okay, but I do not wash the dishes," said Tom quickly, causing a loud laugh Bill.

They worked for an hour at that sweet. We would put less, much less in terms normal, but they had lost in playing with the flour, with shapes - although nothing to do with the cake they were doing - and with all that were on the kitchen counter. As soon as they finished the cake mold and fill the fire, along with two small cookies made with the remaining dough. Bill had created a cute little heart with his little mouth and eyes, while Tom had taken his share of pasta, had crumpled and shoved into the oven as it was. Bill had snorted, saying he had no imagination and style that would not have died if he had tried a bit 'more and Tom replied that they had just cooked together, wondering if that was not enough.

" Okay! Will be ready in twenty minutes, "said Bill happy, jumping on the couch. His shirt was completely smeared with flour, so out of laziness had just taken off and left on the kitchen table. Tom sat down composedly on the chair - he had changed his shirt - and grabbed the remote control.

" Hey, put on MTV," said Bill, trying to stretch an arm toward his brother. He felt extremely tired, although he had slept for an hour in the afternoon, so gave up the undertaking to steal the remote control. His eyes grew heavy and slowly closed, leaving in his mind the image of Tom resting comfortable in the chair. Shortly after his mouth opened up and began to snore. Tom turned, and only then noticed that Bill had fallen asleep. He took the blanket at his feet and placed it on his brother's naked torso, shivering slightly as she touched him.

It was a strange feeling, really. I did not feel those chills since they were totally closed their report. Yet were not the same thrills. They were shivering with passion, there was nothing exciting in the extreme. It was different. Shocks were thin and almost impalpable, read and perhaps insignificant. To this took no notice, grabbed another blanket and fell asleep too, awaiting the return of the mother and Gordon.

the Misanthrope = word learned through Ica xD

ii In practice is the description of my bathrobe.

Treatment For A Broken Humourous Bone

's Gate Makai

My first fanfiction on Yoroiden Samurai Troopers which I completed and this area is also on EFP (though not for long).
wrote a couple of years ago and revised several times, but here I will do the umpteenth and endless corrections.
Maya is a character I had already created the television series (one day tell you everything, I promise ... for now I'm too lazy XD), then already beginning of the story I wrote has a very firm with the group who knows perfectly well
begins immediately after the second television series, and just before the first OVA. Specifically with regard to consistency with the anime, I tried to be as accurate as possible, and, in future stories that I write, set during the first and second OVA (but not the third, too hate the new armor from Michelin Man) , plays a more marginal role in the sense that its action at the end does not change the plot.
As usual, I hope it's not too Sue.



author: Edvigelacivetta
beta Arwenthewitch and harleen313 aka ChristineBlack FN
rating: PG
genre: action
warnings: AU, spoilers.
characters: Hachibi Touma, new character, a bit 'all the others.
plot A key opens the doors of the Makai. A girl looking for that lost part of himself and five friends will help you aim.
thanks: Christine Black that even today I endured while disregarding the fandom. ^ ^


1. Prologue

A nightmare.
A bad dream from which he could not wake up.
had to be so.
Maya tried in every way to convince herself that what was happening was not real, but only a trick of his imagination, while crouched in a corner of that dark, damp prison, weeping in silence unable to stop.
Nearby, Suiko, Korin and Kongo, the three plates captured by Arago, lying motionless in a sleep from which she was unable to awake. Had tried long, but nothing had been for his efforts. Most probably their common destiny was to remain confined in that gloomy darkness for eternity.
"Mom ... Dad ..." she sobbed, as he continued to curse to be wanted to go back at all costs in Japan.
If she had stayed at home, surely would still be living his quiet and monotonous life, which he regretted for the first time.
still felt upon himself the acrid smell of burning sulfur in the embers of the throne room, he could out of his mind the tedious litany that evil spirits had been saying, as she lay, naked and helpless in the middle of a pentacle, but, worse still, he could not leave the impression he had lost forever an important part of his soul. He felt incomplete, and that terrified her more than imprisonment.
What was happening? Why he felt so afraid? What had happened to all the courage that until then had managed to make it go forward in that struggle? It was like vanished without a trace.
suddenly felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder and a friendly voice that tried to reassure her.
"Maya, do not cry anymore. I have come to take you away. "
Touma had finally arrived.
Without hesitation, the girl clung to him still crying, while the samurai, initially surprised, pressed it gently to himself, trying to calm her down, not at all worried by the strange behavior.
Shin, Seiji and Xiu, finally free, watched the scene without saying a word, preparing the final and decisive battle.

Can I Store Both Red And White Wine Together

Teenage Dirtbag &

After three months, I'm back to post a new chapter, third, to be precise. Two new characters
peek into history and we will see them very often.
thank harleen313 aka Christine Black of FN to its rapid betaggio.

3. Teenage Dirtbag

now it was made, was a Japanese schoolgirl in all respects.
All night he had tried to imagine how would have been his first day at school, how many people would have known, however, was all rather depressing result.
The opening ceremony of Shohoku year of high school was like any other he had witnessed, with the principal's speech and presentation of professors, one new - that would have preferred was spared - the speech by Students come first entrance exam.
Surrounded by hundreds of students with dark hair, almond eyes and for the highest as a cork, felt now like a fish out of water. And yet no one had known of the its class.
solitary and silent as she walked along the corridors of the first floor, cursing you for not making application to the Ryonan, where, at least, knew Akira, reproachfully after a second, because the decision not an economic burden on the shoulders of their parents in a country where the cost of living was really too had made her.
Two voices unmistakably female who came not far from her, just behind him caught his attention.
"Kyoko, keep your hands to yourself."
"Come on!"
"I told you to keep your hands to yourself!"
"Ugh!"
" BUT THE END WANT TO MAKE THE LESBIAN ? , "
Michael spun around to hear those words, trying to make a serious face, but knew he was not a good actress
" See? "said the student more high, bringing his hands on his hips. "You managed to offend even you!"
"Come on, for so little," laughed the other, bringing back his long hair. Then came the blonde holding out his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Kyoko Matsura. And I'm not a lesbian, how to support this project. "
" Sometimes I can hardly believe it ... like are Nami Kamiya. "Interjected her friend. "Do not worry, the highs do not like." Then he whispered, pulling his sleeve to make it down and winked.
"Listen," he complained then Kyoko, trying to strangle her, while there was passing of a professor who criticizes. Then he spun three straight in the classroom.
Year I, section 10.
"We hope that all lessons are not so Pallos ..." Michael snorted, not just the first hour was over. Japanese history, so boring. He noticed the look of Kyoko, languidly lost to her, and worried. But Nami tried to reassure her.
"Quiet. Are you not the protagonist of his fantasies at red lights. "He said, pointing his finger at the Italian company behind the counter, where a boy was dozing blissfully. "His name is Kaede Rukawa with us and was average. Needless to say, Kyoko has lost cooked for three years. Even though I told her that she is a bit 'too high. And also a bit 'too icy. "
' E '... beautiful," sighed the other, continuing to stare at him.

Lunchtime finally, after four hours sitting on those benches, somewhat uncomfortable, to put up all the time reading and comments on the programs by teachers of mathematics, physics and science. They talked a lot 'on best place to eat their bento, deciding at the end of the terrace - oblivious to the fact that about half of the school had the same original idea.
"Where's your lunch?" Asked Kyoko to Michael, while they were climbing the stairs
Only then did the Italian noticed that your hands are empty.
"essermelo I forgot ... I'll be back on the bench." Asserted, running to the class.
came quickly in the classroom and promptly took the tin box in his green room, two miserable toast. Just out of the door, however, struck one of his companions.
"Sorry," he said. Not getting any response turned to look. Rukawa kept silent walk, without saying a word, making her mad.
'Other that the Ice Age. "said, as soon as she sat on the wall next to her friends and biting into a toast.
"Who are you talking about?" Asked Nami.
"Rukawa. And 'so rude as high. "
was true. He must be as Akira, was already the fourth over six feet tall he met since he set foot in Japan. Obviously it had obtained the maximum Uozumi with two meters and two inches. Of ugliness, of course, but they were still two meters and two.
"See?" the Japanese said, pointing Kyoko, "are not the only one who thinks so. It is a peasant. "
" What does it matter! I will see if you can find him the door of your house and you did him a few suggestions from Kama Sutra. "
" You know that these things happen only in your mind nymphomaniac, right? In his mind there is only room for basketball and nothing else. Correct me: perhaps also for his bed. "

" Waaah is ... a wonderful house! And 'huge, "said Kyoko, attracting the attention of nearby Michela, intent to withdraw the washing dry.
Michael hated to dine alone, and, with Akira already too busy with training, she seemed like a good idea to invite his two new friends for dinner.
he opened the door to accommodate the two girls, after entering he looked around for a few seconds, then went into the kitchen to put the packages of spending.
took the green bowl that was on the ground, filled it with a little 'milk is rested and began to search for.
"Kuro-chan!" Name, while kneeling, looking under the couch, "Kuro-chan, come on, come out! E 'ready jelly! "
" Kuro-chan? "Said Kyoko.
"It 's my kitten. That is, not my own ... I found a week ago and am looking for his masters. "
" I understand ... "said the girl, confused from that river of words. "I'll help!"
"I think that will run like hell, as soon as you see." Nami intervened, intent on trying in the laundry.
"Are you saying you are so ugly that would be a heart attack, by any chance?"
"No. For once, you do not tease! You wanted to say that Caesar will smell. Fool. "
" Caesar? "
"My dog."
After a generous fifteen minutes in which all three scour the house from top bottom, the black kitten decided to jump out of the basket of magazines, now illegible.
"How about getting into my room?" Suggested Michael, over dinner. Kuro-chan was sleeping peacefully on one of the chairs in the kitchen.
As soon as the two guests had set foot in the room were amazed by the quantity of photos cover the walls. Of all sizes, depicting Michael with his parents, his friends and even with a Japanese boy not bad. Strangely, Kyoko was not attracted by them, but a couple that portrayed her friend wearing the uniform of a team.
'basketball game? "He asked, then.
"Yes"
"And in that role?"
"Guard."
"Then point guard?"
"Exactly. I did not think you meant basketball. "
"I do not understand a cigarette, in fact." Interjected once again Nami. "He just memorized all the positions, if one day Rukawa indicesse a competition like this:" Anyone who knows me in role playing game, will win a hot night with me. "
"But the tears?"
"The Shohoku has a basketball team?" asked Michael, definitely surprised.
Akira never had they not mentioned, since had entered the Ryonan. Maybe it was not much.
"Yeah." Nami replied, sitting up in bed and put his hands on the blue pillow beside him, "But I do not understand why you are writing ... Rukawa are emeritus schappe! "
" To lead the team to victory, of course, "said the other turned to her friend.
"In my opinion, however, it did so because he is behind his house ..."
"But it's a shame not to have the women's team ..." Kyoko looked in the direction of Italy's.
"That's all. So I could not do much. "
" Why? "
" At the end of the playoffs, I fell and I broke the ligaments of the knee. The doctor said that with an injury like mine, I can forget about, as it is a ball. "
"I'm sorry, I do not ..."
"You could not know. And then, I have recently taken up a bit, 'even though I can no longer be part of a team. "
" I have an idea! Why not enter the men's team? "Kyoko time was very euphoric, as he spoke.
"Okay, which is high, but will never pass for a boy. Not to mention that you have just said that he can not play. "
"I meant as a manager, stupid!"
'Indeed, not a bad idea ... even if it is strange that comes to you. "

Nine in the evening. Michael had come quietly into the gym Shohoku and, after turning all the lights, put on his mentor and began to do some 'warming up. He could not stop thinking about what Kyoko had suggested. After the accident he tried to head off the basketball, only a source of suffering for her, but despite all efforts, there was no success, mainly thanks to Akira, who had encouraged her not to give up.
Now, the idea of being able to simply follow another team, it did not seem so tragic.
took the Phoenix Suns basketball of his bag and began to dribble, walking slowly toward the basket. Then increased the pace and come under the basket, you put the ball in an elegant lay-up. He grabbed the ball again and tried a jump shot, which went without any problem. He spent nearly an hour trying to pull of any kind and from any angle. The latest launch of three, after going to sign, crashing into the heavy metal doors, producing a dull thud. After he had picked up the ball he turned to his bag and saw the figure of a man in his sixties who was staring at her. He was a janitor?
"I ... I'm sorry," he said, bowing. "I did not give any trouble, I'm leaving now!"
"Ohohoh! Go ahead! " the man said, smiling under his mustache.
Then he went out, and she followed him with her eyes, still shocked.

"You must be the new manager."
Michael had just left the staff room, where he had just delivered the application to the basketball club. No one could know, unless it was put to Kyoko not hang flyers for the whole school, so that question not just the mall. He turned and there stood a girl with wavy hair.
"How?"
"I'm Ayako." Continued the other holding out his hand. "I'm glad someone else has decided to join me. I needed just a little 'help,'
"Michael M ... Belvedere." Then came the Italian, hesitant.
"I know. You're famous, you know? When Mr. Anzai told me about it, I knew it was you. "She smiled, taking her arm.
"A wait ... , "Tried to stop her, while his companion dragged her down the aisle euphoric.
There was really understanding anything.
"Let's go," said Ayako again, tugging slightly. "I want to introduce you to the captain,"
Ayako's attitude, so warm, it was not in keeping with Japanese custom, she knew this, but now it is not surprised anymore. In those last few weeks had seen the collapse of all his convictions on Japan. However, what else would have expected?

In the next chapter: first encounter, and Michael fraRukawa

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Curvation Bras Walmart

AUGURILIL

Borrowed from Lj to Babyara

* * Describe

1) The shoes that you put today: flip-flops blacks 2) Your eyes tend to light brown but the sun

Grooping In The Train

rosa_nera69 @ 2008-08-12T18: 27:00







This you see here is the cover of a new book published recently.
The writer, some of you already know her, Lucia Piera De Paola.
I can not do reviews or anything, I can only tell you that I really liked this book just like the others she ever published:




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This last we can define a link between past and future, tells the story of four people. the British, Uriti, the settlers and in the end Pitta.
Quetsti live in the Sahara desert where they live, fight, die and their redemption by a destiny that they always wanted to enemies.

As I said before I am unable to make summaries or reviews, but one thing I can tell you read it.

What To Write In A Baby Book For Someone

Ringraziementi

A kiss I hope you had a happy day

Jt Tac 5 Adjusts The Speed Of Fire

What bitterness ... First Post

Uhm, I think more or less anyone amounts lot of my posts, but I can always use this space as a personal diary.
begin talking about a real casino broke into "my" forum, under Twincest. And 'quite frustrating to find that people are able to make war between them, and I speak of people who between them have always found ... at least at home.
short, we have created two camps: One of the girls
Italian supporters. I am part of and I do not believe something so terrible. We simply leave constructive comments (and I admit, sometimes even negative) to suggest which are the things that could be improved. I do not consider myself a "Goddess of Grammar", nickname that we were saddled with malice. But, in fact, some possess the knowledge of our language, and it does not seem to kill anyone recommend some little thing here and there.
The other is the host of anti-us. In practice, the girls have accused us of excessive acidity in the comments. I admit, there was at first, but a couple of weeks I try to stick with the evil - not least due to personal problems - not to be the harpy who wants to destroy the hopes of others. My God, I commit myself to really understand that my comments do not want to be bad but suggestions. Heck, I know not to be a saint and sometimes my mistakes I make them absurd ... however, exempt any pill grammar around does not seem so serious .

I'm sick, I always feel charged despite my "efforts" to look nice, or at least not as bad as people think. It 's true, sometimes it's like throwing pearls before swine (cited an MP who sent me a girl a few hours ago.)
do not know, I was convinced to make something positive pseudo ... Well, if they want to stick our heads in the sand, which they do. I stopped commenting on forever. (Not on LJ, on the forum ... xD).