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Weight of The World by Kat Andre

Summery: Tatsuha finally went to far and reflects on how much he has hurt the one’s he loves. He then sets out to prove he is “good enough” for his family and the responsibilities he has had put on his shoulders. But in the end do his loved ones re Anal,Angst,Language,M/M


Translation: Tatsuha apparently stalked Ryuichi as usual, only this time he's submitted to emotional and physical abuse from Tohma, Eiri and Mika. In caps locks.

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Gaze into the Looking Glass by KinyaKai

Summary:Love is an oxymoron to hate, however Shuichi could never see two and two together. As he begins a new chapter in his life, could he continue to fill out the old pages? Or would the new pages bring back what he miss the most? ShuxYuki first person


I could rant about a lot in this stereotypical Eiri cheats on Shuichi with evil bitch!Tohma and the spelling among other things, but what really got to me was the first review:
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What I see in you by Lady Duzie

Summary: He finally noticed everything Yuki saw in him, what Hiro, Ryuichi, and Noriko saw in him. Now, he wanted him for is own little collection, sure it might seem twisted but, isn't everyone?

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Love is the slowest form of Suicide by The IceYoukai
K is in love with Shuicihi. The problem is, he doesn't know if Shuicihi loves him. Slight angst.

A delightful slice 'o the awful pie. Readers will note that the trouble begins before the fic even starts, as the author comments "I have only seen the first four episodes, so I profusely apologise and beg your forgiveness if everyone is OOC." I think it's going to take more than beggining for forgiveness to make me forget the horrors contained within... Love is the slowest form of Suicide!!!!!

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Found on 27th_precinct, directed to it by ambrosewulf

Title: Late Realizations
Author: mitmiya
Pairings: Shiro (Shuichi/Hiro)
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shuichi realizes something he should've found out earlier.
Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise I wouldn't be writing them doing stuff... I'd be watching!! XD
Warnings: Vol. 4 Spoilers. Rape is mentioned.

Despite her stupid name for the Shuichi/Hiro pairing, it's actually a well-written fic. The author clearly has talent, even if she hasn't yet realized that referring to Hiro as "the taller man" is an ugly cliche. However, she inexplicably believes that during a gangbang is the perfect time to realize your OMG!OneTwooLuve!

That and there's this ...

Through the pain, all he could think of was Bad Luck's guitarist, his best friend and as hands tugged at him, he wished they were Hiro's.

The rapists' hands. That's disgusting. X-(

Dear Gravitation fandom (and fanpoodles er girls in particular),

Why someone had to make a story out of my life is beyond me but they did and now there is a wonderful fandom out there. Please allow me to contain my joy.
Yippee.

I'd like to take a moment to address a few issues in the dribble, crap, shit writing I've read from the adoring fans.

Leave your mary sues and marty stus in their little cages. I will not fall for them and profess undying love after three paragraphs of meeting them. You remember Shuichi? The moron I live with? Ask him. Confessions of love are not me. I don't do love.

However, I'm sure my idiot brother will gladly do your little marys and martys for a one time fee.

Stop turning me into a girl. No matter how shiny and pretty my hair is, I am not a woman. I have a dick. I know how to use it. Not all men are slobs and just because I can cook does not make me a screaming faggot. When I dress like Seguchi, then you can label me the next Queer Writer for the Straight Moron.

I do not cry. Ever. The incident with Shuichi was a fluke. Do not repeat it.

Back to the girl business, even though Shuichi acts like he has PMS and cries at the drop of a hat, he is not a woman. He has a dick too. He might not know how to use it outside of pissing..but HE HAS ONE!

Crossdressing is not my friend or yours.

Shuichi is a brat, a punk, a singer, a moron, an idiot and even a baka.

He is not and never will be my wittle pink haired angel. If I ever call him that, K will come to your house and shoot you for putting such nicknames into my head.

Cigarettes and caffiene are a vital, necessary part of my life. I will not quit either. For those that think I will: Don't. Make. Me. Hurt. You.

I do have feelings. I am not a complete asshole or bastard. I can be nice when I chose to be. Don't assume I'm a total block of ice because I'm not a girly, weeping, in touch with my feelings man. I write romance novels. I do know a thing or two about emotions. I just chose not to share mine with the world. That's what I keep Shuichi around for besides the sex.

I don't beg for anything from anyone in any language. Ever.

I drink more than beer and do eat from time to time. A writer does not live by Budweiser alone. I've tried. It failed.

Grammar is your friend. I can use complete sentences and know what a spell check is. Why don't you?

I do leave the office for something other than sex. I do more than sleep, smoke, write, and fuck. Occasionally, I go outside. You know, the place beyond the apartment doors? I have a healthy libido but even I cannot have sex twenty three hours of the day. It's humanly impossible.

I am not screwing every single employee of N-G. Yes, that includes the president. Please refrain from turning me into everyone's bitch.

Sincerely yours, Stop mailing me your underwear.

Eiri Uesugi. Disgruntled Writer.