<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
<!-- If you are running a bot please visit this policy page outlining rules you must respect. http://www.livejournal.com/bots/ -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:lj="http://www.livejournal.com">
  <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen</id>
  <title>there are patterns to be found in the randomness</title>
  <subtitle>but, darned if I can see what they are</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>ai_hitsuzen</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2009-11-08T22:44:02Z</updated>
  <lj:journal userid="11788150" username="ai_hitsuzen" type="personal"/>
  <link rel="service.feed" type="application/x.atom+xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom" title="there are patterns to be found in the randomness"/>
  <link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/"/>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:4439</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/4439.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4439"/>
    <title>Sailor Moon fic - Cleansing Fire and Water</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T22:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T22:44:02Z</updated>
    <category term="sailor moon"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <content type="html">Because nobody asked for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Sailor Moon&lt;br /&gt;Title: Cleansing Fire and Water&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the&lt;br /&gt; characters. Naoko Takeuchi does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye, priestess of the Cherry Hill shrine, Sailor Mars, was having a&lt;br /&gt;rotten, horrible, terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had started out with a meeting with the other sailor scouts&lt;br /&gt;that had degenerated into a shouting match between her and Serena,&lt;br /&gt;complete with tongue duel. After they had left, Chad, who had been&lt;br /&gt;sweeping up outside, had asked, &amp;quot;Why do you fight with Serena all the&lt;br /&gt;time? I think she's kind of nice.&amp;quot; A red haze had descended upon her&lt;br /&gt;vision at that point. Grabbing the broom from Chad she had started&lt;br /&gt;swinging and he had quickly made himself scarce. And Grandpa had been&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa. Even Phobos and Deimos, who usually comforted her, had stayed&lt;br /&gt;away from her. Raye had gotten so angry that she had thrown their corn&lt;br /&gt;up at where they sat at the top of the shrine. The corn had come back&lt;br /&gt;down off of the roof pelting her in a hard shower of kernels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye sat in front of the sacred fire. She didn't know what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She had spent the last half hour trying to concentrate and perform one&lt;br /&gt;of her regular rituals, communing with the flame, opening her mind up&lt;br /&gt;to visions. The fire has just smoldered sullenly, seemingly refusing&lt;br /&gt;to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing is going right,&amp;quot; Raye shouted as she slammed her fists into&lt;br /&gt;the ground. She turned away ready to leave when suddenly the flames&lt;br /&gt;leapt up. A face started to form in the sacred fire. &amp;quot;Oh no! A youma&lt;br /&gt;in the sacred fire,&amp;quot; thought Raye. Faces didn't just appear without&lt;br /&gt;being summoned. She started fumbling in her robes for her&lt;br /&gt;transformation pen when a voice spoke from the flame, &amp;quot;You don't need&lt;br /&gt;that Raye dear.&amp;quot; The voice, soft, female and familiar. She hadn't&lt;br /&gt;heard it in so many years. &amp;quot;Mother...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tongues of fire coalesced some more to form a face that had Raye&lt;br /&gt;reaching out towards it. She snatched her hand back quickly from the&lt;br /&gt;heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Careful dear, just because you're the sailor scout of fire doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean you can't get burned.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know about my being Sailor Mars?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I know what goes on, I can see whatever is happening in your life.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye sat back on her heels. The shock of speaking to her mother&lt;br /&gt;beginning to wear off. Her mind whirled with questions. But the most&lt;br /&gt;important one came first. &amp;quot;Why have you never appeared before?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's gentle voice answered, &amp;quot;You have never needed me so much&lt;br /&gt;before. I came because you are letting bitterness eat up your soul.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I was just having a really bad day.&amp;quot; Raye was defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, it's more than that. You are not letting go of all the hurt and&lt;br /&gt;anger. It's beginning to poison you. And you're driving your friends&lt;br /&gt;away.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye belligerently replied, &amp;quot;They're just going to have to deal with&lt;br /&gt;it. And if they can't accept me the way that I am, well, too bad.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's voice and the sacred fire flared up. &amp;quot;You're letting&lt;br /&gt;jealousy get in the way of friendship.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could feel tears well up in her eyes. &amp;quot;Darien was mine and then&lt;br /&gt;this stupid destiny thing got in the way!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's voice gentled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Serena and Darien's destiny is so strong that it amazes us on the&lt;br /&gt;other side. You and Darien were never meant to be. You were just drawn&lt;br /&gt;together by loneliness. Each of you would have stayed locked inside&lt;br /&gt;that loneliness and it wouldn't have lasted. Haven't you noticed that&lt;br /&gt;they are yin and yang? They complete each other. Serena needs Darien&lt;br /&gt;to center her and Darien needs Serena's joy of life.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye had to admit the truth of what her mother said. Meatball head was&lt;br /&gt;calmer whenever Darien was around (the only time she lived up to her&lt;br /&gt;name of Serena) and Darien was more human whenever Serena was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears began to slide down Raye's cheeks, &amp;quot;Oh, mother, I've been so&lt;br /&gt;lonely since you went away. Why did you leave? And dad is never&lt;br /&gt;around.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Raye, you, a priestess, of all people, should be able to answer that&lt;br /&gt;question.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's different telling people what to believe, and living it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Have a little more faith. Talk to your grandfather, he really is&lt;br /&gt;there for you, and you might be surprised at his depths.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire seemed to sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;And as for your father ... Serena and Darien aren't the only two&lt;br /&gt;people tied together by a red string of destiny. Have you looked into&lt;br /&gt;the mirror recently?&amp;quot; Raye had the grace to blush. &amp;quot;Every time he&lt;br /&gt;looks at you he sees me, and it hurts. So he buries himself in his job&lt;br /&gt;and stays away.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye cried out to the fire that was her mother, &amp;quot;What about me? Is&lt;br /&gt;there someone out there for me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Look into your heart and make peace with yourself, then you will see&lt;br /&gt;and feel more clearly.&amp;quot; The fire started to die down. &amp;quot;Remember Raye,&lt;br /&gt;I am always with you.&amp;quot; The flames whispered, &amp;quot;I love you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mother, don't go!&amp;quot; Raye cried out desperately. But the fire no longer&lt;br /&gt;responded. Laying her head into her hands, Raye began to sob, huge&lt;br /&gt;sobs that shook her body. &amp;quot;I love you, too.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know how long she cried or when she had laid down next to&lt;br /&gt;the fire. She seemed to fallen into a light doze when she heard a soft&lt;br /&gt;knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Uh, Raye ..., would you like something to eat? I, uh, noticed that&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have any dinner.&amp;quot; Chad timidly inquired through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raye wiped her tears, they were mostly dry, and sniffed. She felt&lt;br /&gt;lighter and better than she had in a long time. Amazingly, even after&lt;br /&gt;she had chased him away with a broom Chad didn't bear a grudge. She&lt;br /&gt;called back through the door, &amp;quot;Sure, why don't you start a pot of tea&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be along in a few minutes.&amp;quot; Chad hurried off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad's a weirdo, but, kind of nice, she mused to herself. Getting to&lt;br /&gt;her feet, Raye straightened her robes and before turning to head&lt;br /&gt;towards the kitchen, she bowed to the sacred fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mother, thank you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------end--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first fanfic. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:4350</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/4350.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=4350"/>
    <title>Old Sailor Moon Stories</title>
    <published>2009-10-05T03:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T03:32:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GeoCities has decided to shut down. So, I will post a couple of old Sailor Moon stories once I get them cleaned up.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:3988</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/3988.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3988"/>
    <title>ai_hitsuzen @ 2009-08-15T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-16T02:52:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T02:52:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lookee! A new userpic thanks to ae_werin.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:3159</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/3159.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=3159"/>
    <title>ai_hitsuzen @ 2007-11-29T11:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T16:58:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T17:02:17Z</updated>
    <category term="loveless"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <content type="html">This is my entry for Cabbit-girl's exactly 100 words Drabble Contest on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aarinfantasy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fandom: Loveless&lt;br /&gt; Characters: Soubi and Seimei&lt;br /&gt; Title: Chilly Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Drabble"&gt; Drabble:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “Soubi, take off your coat and shirt and kneel down.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SMACK! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He wondered when Seimei had picked up a branch, perhaps he had brought it along.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “You were too slow tonight. I’m going to be late for Ritsuka’s birthday celebration.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The night air was chilly, but not enough to take the sting out of the wound. Soubi watched as a drop of blood dripped from his back onto the snow. A pink flower bloomed and froze from the red center. Seimei scooped up a handful of snow and covered the wound.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; “See, I do take care of you.” And left.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:2896</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/2896.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2896"/>
    <title>ai_hitsuzen @ 2007-10-04T16:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-04T20:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-04T20:38:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn! I may have missed my opportunity to be a published author. Procrastination really sucks. And if you think I haven't been dragging my feet, the announcement of closure of the website, I was showing stories to, is already a week old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyone interested in bad romance story outlines?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:2600</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/2600.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2600"/>
    <title>Frustrated writer</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T13:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T13:41:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Every time I sit down to write something comes up. And it's not like I'm writing just to please myself, although I seem to be able to do that more easily. I've been asked to rewrite an outline with the possibility of money, money and I just can't get myself motivated enough to throw people out of my office or out of the living room or out of the bedroom.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:2158</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/2158.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=2158"/>
    <title>Dave Cockrum</title>
    <published>2007-06-03T03:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T14:33:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm posting this two days after I attended Dave Cockrum's memorial. I'd like to thank my friend, Irene, for inviting me along and Paul Levitz for holding the memorial. It was funny, sweet and touching; especially Paty's recounting of how they first met. I wish that I'd had the courage to get up in front of people to say something, but I feel really outclassed by Harlan Ellison. However, here I will say my little piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the time I was at Marvel, there were four guys who stood out for being big, blond and bearded: John Byrne, Chris Claremont, Duffy Vohland, and Dave. The jolliest was Dave and if there had been anyone who could've played Santa Claus for 365 then it would've been him. Even years later when he was at I-Con in a wheelchair and unfortunately the last time I got to see him, he was still friendly and upbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, you are missed.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:1897</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/1897.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1897"/>
    <title>new icon</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T19:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T19:13:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm slowly figuring this stuff out and created a new icon from Kusatta Kyounshi no Houteishiki by Kazuma Kodaka. It's of Atsushi(but, it's not very good). Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_masayoshi57' lj:user='masayoshi57' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://masayoshi57.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://masayoshi57.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;masayoshi57&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the scans. OMG, it's a great manga.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:1637</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/1637.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1637"/>
    <title>ai_hitsuzen @ 2007-01-17T18:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-17T23:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-17T23:13:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it when you're sick all your passwords disappear from your brain?</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:1484</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/1484.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1484"/>
    <title>Thank you to all who reviewed</title>
    <published>2006-12-17T04:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-17T04:01:33Z</updated>
    <category term="xxxholic"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <lj:music>accidentally in love - counting crows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thank you to all who reviewed my fic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/doumekiwatanuki/191017.html#cutid1"&gt; read here &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;So kind. *bow* And thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_psychicdreams' lj:user='psychicdreams' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://psychicdreams.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://psychicdreams.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;psychicdreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her music video which I am now playing.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:1099</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/1099.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=1099"/>
    <title>RTFM</title>
    <published>2006-12-13T03:13:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-13T03:13:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FAQs are wonderful. I hope this works. Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_seizansha' lj:user='seizansha' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://seizansha.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://seizansha.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;seizansha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Doumeki icon.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:973</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/973.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=973"/>
    <title>icon</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T04:35:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-10T04:43:43Z</updated>
    <category term="seizansha"/>
    <lj:music>vienna tang</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I now have an icon thanks to seizansha. Now if I can only give her proper credit that would be great.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ai_hitsuzen:539</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/539.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://ai-hitsuzen.livejournal.com/data/atom/?itemid=539"/>
    <title>newbie</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T16:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T16:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay world here I come.</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
