How do you say it in Japanese?Shusu, as I suspected, is not pronounced shoo su, but more Sh'su. The translator had it as Shisu. Same thing with Shuzumi.
Caution: this blog contains multiple exclamation marks. Please use your discretion when reading aloud.
Every time I think Tamers has shown me all there is to show. Jesus! Henry and Takato changing watch -- sleepy Terriermon "making me look bad." Kazu and Kenta wisitng about which digimon they might get... and the blue haired kid says yeah right, and I'll be the Digimon Emperor.
And back to the Real World! Riley making breakfast for Yamaki?! She's =living= with him! "Breakfast's ready, why don't you set the table, Mr. Bossman!" BWAHAHAHAHAA!!! Yamaki's whipped! And two new EVIL DUDES! One who looks like Tai with small hair. Well, actually he looks like the General from the Akira anime. And then cheekbones dude, who wants Yamaki back.
There was an edit when Terriermon said something and they all looked at him. Either that or the original joke sucked something fierce.
A Digital storm and suddenly the gadget works! No breakfast for Yamaki, he totally turns off everything, including Riley, when the e-mail comes in. He's back in shades-flashing mode.
Ooohhhhh my god. Those little data dudes turned into an Infomon! That, that's the evil digimon type that tried to take over the world in Boku no Wargame!! That's when Matt and Tai Jogress Digivolved together. Oh, it's so weird to see him in anime style, the other Infomon was bad CG.
Um... Beelzemon's bullets are really slow. His character design rocks out though. There is, of course, the requisite long arms syndrome of all the virus digimon, but otherwise he really does kick ass.
Sakura grove... oooohhh. The gnomes made her smile! That was so cooool! AAAHHH! A flood! AAAAH! Calumon saved her! YAY! The kids are all back together! And Rika's still smiling. Amazing.
Happy reunion! Hugs hugs! Aww, little Calumon is all tapped out.
Awwww, Suzie has a toy Terriermon. Henry's dad is freaked!! They're turning on Juggernaut!
BaBOOM! Dramatic entrance, backlit, with music: Yamaki and Riley!! Yeah! SmallHairTai is freaked! Cheekbones has this tiny smile on his face.
Don't they trip on stuff when they wear shades in the dark?
AAAAHHH!! Beelzemon's Mega? He's pointing a gun at Kiyubimon! He's... here comes the digital storm... and a DEVA! Fuck! It's the Dog Deva, and Taomon's force field isn't enough, they got blown away! Nice catch, Leomon. NOOOO! Henry and Terriermon! Takato!!! They got teleported away! Poor Guilmon... what do they do now?? Takato doesn't even have his digimon with him! And the Deva has Calumon!!
*scream*
*scream*
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Earlier I wondered if the Tamers' digivices were elemental. Actually it's a lot simpler. Red-Green-Blue. The colors used to create pictures on monitors.
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I have to say, I am really really impressed with Static Shock. That is quality children's programming right there. An actual look into the life of an inner city kid, with really nice superhero premises. It can be preachy, but it's stylish enough for older kids to get into. And at last, an African American lead!
And look! Jackie Chan! Another really good show. I am -impressed-. This is real multicultural programming, and funny and entertaining as all heck. Sexcellent Jade-centric eps! Love it. Man, if not for Digimon and X-men, FoxKids would be a lost cause. Kudos to KidsWB.
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UHHNNN! The Wicked One returns!!! Gabriolus is on Mon Colle! Rrrrr.
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Second Digimon! Gwaaaa! I love the bass line on Medabots to lead into Digimon. It *is* a love thing.
Weird. Rika's smiling to solve problems. Kenta! Stop terrorizing Guilmon! He misses Takato, poor pumpkin. Ow, what a fall. I really love the storyboarding... wide shot of trees, expecting to see them fall through... and bam, close-ups of the fall. Details! I love 'em.
DUDE. Henry and Takato are allll alone. Well, with Terriermon.
Cool! It's Andromon. Kari kissed him in 02. Orochimon... big ole snake monstah. "Step back beast! Or... slither back."
"Grab hold!" Of his ass, Henry? Sorry. Nice throw! They're out of the data stream.
OOHHH, I'm getting Old School flashbacks! The little frog dudes! The Gekkomon! Um. They're making milkshakes for the snake dude. "Haven't you ever heard of building dramatic tension?"
A sweet tooth the size of Mount Fuji... cool, they're keeping all the lovely metaphors!
Milkshake healing. (Hee, it's sake.) So the data packets heal digimon. Cool.
Whoops! The snakey snatched Jeri!
"Takatomon, where are you when I need you!" Guilmon is all wise and stuff. He's awesome. And he comforts Leomon!
Ooohhh, shadowed profiles as they hide in the barrels.
Power Paw? DUDE, cool attack, Renamon.
I thought so... Jeri, he's not gonna fall asleep, he's gonna get stronger! These kids have never read Hercules, have they. Central head's the one with the juice!
Go JERI! That's some awesome battle footage. Chorus: "Lady Devimon Activate?" Woooo!
AAAHHH! Where *are* you, Takato? They landed in deep water...
*scream* *scream* *scream* Next week's is even better! Parent angst! Takato and Henry versus the WORLD! Suzie's lost! What the fuuuuck?!! I am soooo pumped, boooyah!
Cye was terribly itchy in his starched uniform. On the outside it didn't look that different from his old school's uniform. But those had been loose, comfortable cottons, short khaki pants, and a hat for sudden storms blown in from the ocean.
The suit jacket seemed to clamp on his arms and pull him down. The trousers were too long and he thought he might trip on their folded cuffs. The tie was noosed irregularly around his collar, earning him odd looks from the other boys. The very fabric made his nose itch.
"Cye Morrie. Er, Mr. Morrie?"
Cye blinked. Backwards names, he would have to remember that. He stood up straight, stopped himself from bowing, and in a low voice corrected the instructor's pronunciation. He was asked to repeat it twice. Apparently the instructor was hard of hearing.
Face flushing, Cye tried to ignore the snickers of the other boys. He wanted to go home.
Ran hated math. He hated it. Who on earth went around with five apples to share among seven children? Was it so hard to buy two more apples? He did not understand why anyone would want to know far it was to drive to Odaiba when it was easier to take the train. And the blasted tables. They had calculators, for pity's sake.
His mother had tried to help him. His father had taken him to the bank in the hopes it would rub off.
It was really the last straw when Aya-chan began to help him.
A tutor. Ran was relieved and petrified at the same time. At least he would not be subjected to the humiliation of his peers. No, this time he would only humiliated in front of an adult.
~ ~ ~ blogged 2/26/2002 ~ ~ ~
The next few weeks weren't as bad as Cye had pictured them. He made new friends quickly. He was a levelheaded boy, after all, and they were all homesick freshmen who could do with a willing ear and a pat on the shoulder. Cye had to remember not to hug any of them in public, though. He was a big boy now, and whether here or in Yamaguchi it was simply not done.
In no time he was invited to excursions into the shopping district, or for fish and chips at the pier, or impromptu football games when the older boys weren't on the field. Some of the older boys, impressed by his gumption, offered to help him in his studies.
The gaiety of the day always faded by evening. The other boys in his suite knew not to disturb him when he settled in his top bunk to recite the sutra and meditate. He had never been terribly interested in religion before now. Mum would call it maturing; Cye just thought he was lonely for home.
That night he'd kept at it till after lights out. There had even been other boys in the room, chatting quietly, and more passing in the hallway. With his eyes closed, he hadn't noticed. He was getting better at sinking into that place without thought. Yet it never gave him quite the solace he needed.
Blinking in the dark, he undressed and slipped into his flannels. Even with the heat on, it was awfully cold. He tried to be as quiet as possible in case the dorm monitors checked. As he retrieved his bo from its hiding place, he knocked his stuffed dolphin off the bed.
Cye cursed his luck. It was a long shot, but he had to try... "Nick, could you get that please?"
No answer. As usual his bunkmate was fast asleep. It would take more than a stampede of elephants to wake him now. Biting his lip, Cye scrambled down the ladder and grabbed the toy. He'd get a red mark if he was caught out of bed with lights out, he just knew it.
Up the ladder. Under the covers. Cye was rather cross with himself for being so clumsy. In such a state it took him a while to go to sleep. The next morning, Cye would remember that he had also neglected to take his bo out all the way.
He was dreaming of drifting through the sea when his body sensed the heat of a person at his back. Probably one of the monitors, checking on their charges. The light touch on his hair roused him a bit, but he was an affectionate boy and it hardly bothered him. At last, in the dregs of his dream, he realized the person had been standing over him for quite some time. This annoyed Cye. If they were going to mark him up, they ought to do it in the morning, or get him up and say something. It wasn't as though Nick was going to wake up...
Vaguely he realized the person had a hand on his hip, quite close to the front of his flannel pajamas.
Confused, he tried to turn around. At that moment another hand, much larger than his own, clamped over his mouth.
Cye froze. Was he going to take him away? Goodness, a kidnapper...! The very thought jerked him full awake and he reached for his bo.
Then a hasty voice whispered next to his ear. "Don't turn around. That way if they catch us you can pretend to be sleeping. I won't hurt you."
The boy blinked in confusion. Catch them at what? Then the right hand moved over his bedclothes and his question was answered. Cye gasped in surprise as the slim fingers touched his privates through the fabric. He wavered inches from the bo, unsure, yet feeling terribly embarrassed.
"Promise you won't turn around and look."
Something strange and hot was taking over every part of his body. Cye drew away from the bo to clutch his pillow, his breaths clipped and irregular against the muffling palm. Stronger than a tickle, not quite pain, he didn't know what it was, but the slow touch was making it happen.
"Please..." It was the voice. Cye came back to himself. His hands weren't restrained. The bo was still in reach. One quick movement could take his attacker right on the nerve center... surely Nick would wake for that.
Why hadn't he done it in the first place? It wasn't for lack of training, or losing to the element of surprise. He was often aware of threats before they manifested. The touch was gentle. The voice sounded worried rather than menacing.
He squirmed, feeling the heat of the other body, so close. What was the question? Oh. The other boy was probably rather confused, and ashamed. But Cye felt certain he wasn't a threat. And there that curious tightness in his belly. It felt rather good.
Cye nodded into the hand. The other boy's sigh brushed past his ear.
Gingerly those slim fingers drew his privates through the slit in the flannel. Cye gasped, eyes wide at the movements below his pillow. It felt terribly sensitive. He'd never seen it so pink! Even in the dark he could see how rosy and stiff it was, peeking out more and more from the clothing. The other boy touched him carefully. He seemed to be experimenting, continuing to touch the same places whenever Cye gasped or squeezed his pillow.
All his life Cye had ignored the usually unobtrusive flesh between his legs. He knew it was for going to the bathroom, and for making babies, though he wasn't clear how. When he was training it was one of many nerve centers to protect and to aim for. Whatever scrap of thought in his mind was now occupied with revising his opinion. Nothing had a right to feel so heavenly. Cye was lightheaded, blinking back tears as he watched the larger hand close over it, rubbing up and down.
The heat in his belly grew and grew, making him shake with astonishing ferocity. The hand moved faster over his flesh. Some part of him realized that the skin was wet, but from some unfamiliar substance. He barely had time to process this when a brightness overtook his vision, as though he were being torn apart, and the hand clamped hard over his mouth.
Cye blinked. Quietly he wriggled against the hand until he could see down his twisted pillow and his heaving chest. There was something wet there. How embarrassing if he'd... no, it wasn't pee. Cye almost snickered in relief. It was white, and smeared over the boy's hand.
He was about to apologize for dirtying the other boy when rather rudely he was tucked back into his bedclothes, and the hands were removed. Cye almost turned, but he remembered his promise. He didn't hear the door shut.
Bewildered, Cye clung to his tear-stained pillow. The bedsheets were soaked with sweat. He crept a hesitant finger down there, gasping when his member twitched. He felt... spent. Whyever had the boy done that? And without saying goodbye, or telling him his name. He supposed there was the danger of being caught... and something else which made him worried for the fellow. Guilt? It was far too late for his thoughts to make sense.
Cye fluffed his pillow and immediately fell asleep, a great deal warmer than before.
Dr. Stephen Turnbull's home site. All this stuff I can't afford! But he's *the* man when it comes all things Japan, particularly Japanese history.
Update!Samurai Archives Japanese History Page! I found it! They'd moved off their old host and I lost 'em for a while. But there they are! Every tidbit of history, profiles on individual samurai, kamon, goodies... need I say more? Go, go!
The snow clumped and stuck on the windshield, obscuring the reflection of green eyes staring at Seiji. He turned up the wipers.
Yohji was far too relaxed. For one thing, it was his car Seiji was driving. For another, they were off to spend several days at Elizabeth Mouri's house. Cye had laughed for hours, for good reason. His mother really was going to turn Yohji inside out, give him a good wash-and-scrub, hang him out to dry, and then maybe hand him back to Seiji.
He pushed up the speed as much as he dared. It wouldn't do to be late.
"Seij?"
How odd to hear his voice again. He'd been home for a few weeks already, yet Seiji was always a little startled to hear it.
"Mm."
"Did you miss me?"
I watch the western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying south
It sets me thinking
The snow had lessened into flurries, a powdery curtain of white around the car instead of the attacking clumps of snow. Yohji's playful tone was stifled by the ensuing silence.
Seiji wasn't sure what to say.
I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher
I didn't sleep. I couldn't taste my food. Every day I seethed at what you did to Aya. Every night I feared your death.
I feel the winter come
His icy sinews,
Now in the firelight
The case continues
He'd gone to nearly everyone for solace. Touma had been driven half mad during that roadtrip. And he'd leaned on Aya so much.
Only in the deep, terrible silence of Kujuurou's arms had it seemed vaguely all right. If you are cold and dead, I can be the same.
Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial
The letter had been the last straw. One thing to fear it, another to see the confirmation in Yohji's own hand. Seiji did not want to know how close he'd come to... that. He had not dragged him back from the edge for nothing. Obscurely he was glad he hadn't gone to hunt for Yohji by himself. He might have raised his sword to him, knowing full well Yohji would never defend himself.
The shadows closing round
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire’s embers
Yohji was watching him patiently. In those first days of his return, he had felt dead to Seiji... empty. He'd clung to Seiji in bed, so desperate for heat, not saying a word. Not even aimless chatter, or flirting. Many times Seiji would rouse in the night, and Yohji would be awake.
One nightmare so far. It had terrified Seiji in his hazy half-sleep, as Yohji had tried to hurt him in his sleep before. It hadn't been so bad. Tangling their legs and arms together, pressing their heartbeats close... these things seemed to work.
It was like taking care of a child.
Why was I missing then
That whole December?
I give my usual line,
I don’t remember
The silence had gone on too long. Seiji laid his hand on the turning signal, for a moment forgetting which way to go.
"I missed all of you."
Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep
And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow that
I must have loved you?
Yohji turned up the volume. He knew Seiji hated fiddling with the radio, especially if he was driving. It was the perfect place to pick a fight, if the song hadn't been a favorite.
He could be so contrary, yet at other times he was almost psychic in his consideration. Seiji sighed fondly.
Could that fondness be called love?
What is a force that binds the stars?
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that moves the tide?
Never could find a place to hide
The question pushed at his chest. They both knew they had to take it slow this time. Yet Aya's anxiety to pull them back together made him ache. It was so tempting-- to make the world better again.
There had been a time when Seiji thought they were meant to be.
There had been a time when Yohji made him believe, instead of fear.
What moves the earth around the sun?
What could I do but run and run and run?
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail
That voice... so sad. Tinged with honey and wine-barrel oak. It was Yohji.
"I didn't know what else to do."
The moon's a fingernail
And slowly sinking
Another day begins
And now I'm thinking
"Dumb blonds should stick together."
Seiji wasn't sure why he said it. But it made Yohji laugh.
That this is indifference
Was my invention
When everything I did
Sought your attention
And he wanted to wear his finest gowns for him. He wanted to pick out his face from clan and competitors at the moment of victory. He wanted to kiss him till he couldn't breathe.
He wanted to be able to trust Yohji again.
You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
Of buried treasure
Seiji began to sing.
If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confessed
I must have loved you
I was going to blog more on Ryo Akiyama, and got distracted by his utter cuteness. And then all the Ryo slash. Ken! Osamu! How beautiful. Anyway, the full story is, Ryo is kind of the lost digidestined in all three series. He has a Veemon (which can digivolve to a Cyberdramon, wow, consistent.) He's in games, he's cut out of 02's spore flashback ep, and now he's in Tamers. YUM! Just think, if the universes do connect that way, I could have Ken, Yamato, Henry, older Jyou, Takeru, aaaand Ryo all in one room!!! *perishes*
Also from that site (it's mainly a Kenkeru/Taken place, called Tarnished Wings, but there's other yummmmy things from the main .org page) there's possibly the BEST editorials of 01 and 02 characters! Hilarious, thorough, and On. The. Mark.
And! To make you utterly paranoid, here's a valid point from said character list. Look for it whenever I get around to compiling my Digimon Conspiracy:
Gennai: Really weird old man who serves as the mentor for the children in season 01. Takes a potion of insta-youth in season 02 and runs around helping out the kids in the real world after Qinglongmon make his appearance. Digimon or Human? Who knows, though he looks remarkably like Ryo now doesn't he?
~60K of graphics :: Koani by
Alice in Wonderland :: Scorpion by Ushikai Background and buttons by Triple Orbit Graphics ~ Sadly it's no longer at its former website.
