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  <title>What I know about life, is that it&apos;s easy to lighten up</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Tora x Nao&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; circle:fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/4081.html&quot;&gt;ice-cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/1127.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;morning wood &lt;strike&gt;XDD&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/1381.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;mirror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/1780.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/1801.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;chocolate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/2089.html&quot;&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/2334.html&quot;&gt;freckles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/2714.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;cheeks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/2922.html&quot;&gt;rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/3243.html&quot;&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/3506.html&quot;&gt;hungry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href=&quot;http://honey-orange.livejournal.com/3765.html&quot;&gt;shy&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:58:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #1</title>
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  <description>#1: ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Vanilla. Fucking cold vanilla.&quot;&gt;- Where did you get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora stood and watched Nao lick the ice-cream. Slowly. In a way that could be seen as sensual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted some too, but the cart with the cold stuff was too far. Speak about lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached out, covering Nao&apos;s hand with his own, and brought the cone to his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla. Fucking cold vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to get rid of the taste he hated since childhood was to cover it with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else turned out to be Nao&apos;s warm lips: sweet and supple and still vanilla-flavored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora caught himself thinking that it was the kind of vanilla he enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 13:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #12</title>
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  <description>#12: shy&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read on&quot;&gt;Tora was shy. Such a side of one&apos;s personality couldn&apos;t be considered a good or a bad thing. It just happened. He liked strangers to think he was loud and raw and obnoxious, but when a conversation took too personal of a twist, he did those little things that made people go &quot;Aww, he&apos;s shy~ .&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched his nose, as if in attempt to hide his slightly flushed cheeks; he ruffled his hair, only to have a reason to touch it and check if it was all right. He fumbled uncomfortably in his seat and was hopelessly trying to find the right place to keep his hands in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in a relationship, he rarely approached someone first. He just waited, but returned the given, be it a hug or a caress, with double effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what people may have thought at first, it was Nao, who jumped him in a dimly lit studio corridor. It was Nao, who kissed him desperately and then rode him like there was no tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora was just... passive when it came to straightforwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everyone wonder why he isn&apos;t the leader.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 12:58:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #11</title>
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  <description>#11: hungry&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;choco-syrup-covered strawberry mousse cake XD&quot;&gt;- I&apos;m hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Again?! You just swallowed three XXL portions of choco-syrup-covered strawberry mousse cake. &lt;strike&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;- ...I don&apos;t think you quite get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I do&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Don&apos;t even LOOK at my ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have to take what I want myself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao stood up, walked around the small caffeteria table and seated himself on Tora&apos;s lap. Facing the guitarist. It looked a little suspicious to the latter, but he didn&apos;t mind the pleasant weight straddling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Nao&apos;s hands were on Tora&apos;s belt, unbuckling it; then a sound of a zipper filled the cafe&apos;s morning silence. Tora swallowed nervously as Nao started to stroke him. This wasn&apos;t leading to anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have you lost your mind? We&apos;re in public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There&apos;s no one in here. And did I say I was hungry for food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second the drummer was on his knees, giggling softly from under the table.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 13:59:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #10</title>
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  <description>#10: breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Nao was wondering&quot;&gt;Nao was wondering if he had awoken on the wrong side of the bed that day. He didn&apos;t have the ability to forget and lose things like Kai, but that morning something was definitely wrong. He was serving the breakfast and somehow food was disappearing from the table. He had put a couple of peaches onto it and in a second one of them went missing. On the other hand, he heard a soft chuckle behind him, which gave him a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from his other remarkable abilities, Tora was known for his soundless walking. Like a proper cat should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao turned around quickly, ready to scold the guitarist, only to be caught in a sweet, peach-flavored kiss. Nao held onto Tora&apos;s chest for dear life, hands roaming on the flawless muscles while the tall brunette did something unbelievable to his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss left them both breathless; Nao panting, confused, but highly aroused. He smiled sheepishly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think your cereal soaked.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 22:05:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #9</title>
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  <description>#9: rain&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;It poured&quot;&gt;It poured. The water engulfed the town, washing away the dust and the heat of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora was sitting on the wide window-sill in his kitchen. Sleeping. In, what appeared, the most uncomfortable position one could imagine. His legs were dangling in the air, one of his cheeks pressed against the cool glass, his breath leaving misty trails on it as he exhaled. A forgotten cup of tea was sitting nearby, as if pondering over its lost hope of being drunk from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tora didn&apos;t sleep much, but when it came to monotonic sounds, he fell asleep immediately and anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn&apos;t hear the door open, the wet clothes being shed of, and the soft tapping of bare feet on the tiled floor. He only flinched and opened his eyes when an icy hand grazed his cheek and a pair of equally cold lips touched his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What&apos;s wrong, you&apos;re sleeping in the middle of the day... - Nao looked thoroughly soaked, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I get like this when it rains. - the guitarist answered quietly. - Want me to warm you up?&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:49:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #8</title>
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  <description>#8: cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;I&apos;m turning 29 this year and still have baby cheeks.&quot;&gt;- Nao, you should see yourself! You look like a fish when you do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wanna make my cheeks smaller. Why are they still so big? I&apos;m turning 29 this year and still have baby cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I like them. I like every part of your body and your every kink. Even if you had a pair of horns and a tail, I&apos;d adore you no less. Save for the fact that you &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;quite the horny devil sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:43:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #7</title>
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  <description>#7: freckles&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Look, guys, our Leader-sama has freckles~&quot;&gt;-Look, guys, our Leader-sama has freckles~! - Hiroto pranced around, guitar swinging in dangerous closeness to Saga&apos;s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Haha, cute! - Shou followed him in toe. Saga seemed to be sleeping standing up, and Nao just grinned sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spring gives different things to everyone, I guess&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; - Tora exclaimed. - Hey, Leader-san. The sun seems to like you more than me, I can hardly get a tan. Would you share? - He quickly bent to the drummer, kissing his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) relevance to &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtube.com/watch?v=I5aWWpnFtwo&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the video took place in winter, but it was too good not to make fun of :3&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:40:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #6</title>
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  <description>#6: coffee&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more :3&quot;&gt;Nao whined. The coffee machine didn&apos;t flinch. Nao whined again, shaking the caffeine-producing device vigorously. The beast still showed no signs of life. The little drummer was ready to bang his head into the stubborn apparatus if he didn&apos;t get his morning coffee. A hand on his shoulder stopped him from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don&apos;t bother, sweetie, I can keep you awake better than any coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao felt cold hands creep inside his shirt. But instead of the light caresses that Tora was prone to&amp;nbsp; expose him to, a series of vicious tickling came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only coherent thought in Nao&apos;s head was that there was no way they could  actually have made out in a studio hallway full of people. Sadly.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:27:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #5</title>
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  <description>#5: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;choco nya~&quot;&gt;- Hey, I&apos;m on my way back from Starbucks and got so much stuff I can hardly carry it. Is the stupid elevator still broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, it&apos;s fine, but I&apos;ll help you anyway. - Tora shoved his cellphone into a pocket. Meeting his lovely drummer in an elevator was a nice perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They almost bumped into each other when the lift doors opened. Tora took a couple of bags from Nao&apos;s hands, but quickly dropped them, noticing some chocolate on the smaller brunette&apos;s chin. He laughed and reached out to lick it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Nao was probably the only person it Tokyo who could walk down the streets, completely oblivious to the presence of sweet sticky substance on his face.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 19:01:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #4</title>
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  <description>#4: cooking&lt;br /&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;^^&quot;&gt;- I&apos;m soooo hungry~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aren&apos;t you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you say I cook something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, are you even listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aw, Tora, you&apos;re impossible. Has anyone ever told you that you&apos;re impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You. Now. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you hungry or not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I&apos;d eat. You. Do you mind terribly? If I had you right on this kitchen table.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 18:50:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #3</title>
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  <description>#3: mirror&lt;br /&gt;Author:meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;:3&quot;&gt;Tora watched the drummer prance in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This. - Nao poked his belly. - It gets fatter no matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why don&apos;t you try loving it as it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao smiled as Tora hugged hin from behind, pressing his warn palms to the shorter man&apos;s stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can consider it another meat for me to grab - giggled the guitarist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 18:35:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fic from A9 list: Tora/Nao #2</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;#2: morning &lt;s&gt;wood XDD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/s&gt;Author: meh&lt;br /&gt; Pairing: Nao/Tora &lt;b&gt;YES, IN THIS ORDER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Warnings: possible lulz, unbetaed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yes, all fics of this series are extremely short :&amp;lt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;ficcu~ &quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Nao woke up to a merry chirping of birds outside, yawning at the uncomfortable feeling of being aroused at 6:30 in the morning. He thought he could have his little fun while Tora was asleep nearby.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He kissed a pale shoulder, nibbled a little at the soft skin of Tora&apos;s chest, watching the other stir and smile in his sleep a little. None of them knew how and why Tora&apos;s legs ended up on the drummer&apos;s shoulders.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - You&apos;re joking, right? - the guitarist&apos;s voice was surprisingly quiet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - Am I not a man enough? How can I not take the rare chance when you let your guard down?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Nao entered carefully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - I...see - the younger man could only groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- Tora... You have never been on the bottom, have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt; - I adore you too much to actually resist this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Post?</title>
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  <description>Oh well, 1st post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, a decent header :3</description>
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