As some of you may or may not know, me and Gina roleplay… alot. Now, the first one we made, Gay Kinkiness, which can be found in my stories folder on my backup drive, is full of sex/rape/yaoi rape/hentai rape, and the likes. There is lots of violence in this one, and lots of swearing too.

Now, the second one, which we still have, is pretty much the same, only it is centered around the time that Juritsu goes to Soul Society. For those of you who don’t know Juritsu, she is Gina’s original character. Gina has been writing a whole story about her. Anyway, this roleplay also has a ton of rape and sex in it.

However, while most of our stories and rps are indeed full of rape and sex, there are a couple that are not. In fact, so far, thereare three. One is crack, another isseriousish, and another is cracky seriousness. If you wish to read these roleplays, then let me knowviaa comment or e-mail. Thank you for your time.

TEEHEE.

Nyash!

Kimmie~

ps; Ricky is missing. I’m going to kill that boy. I seriously am.

Anyway, tell me what you think.

We’re gonna get you,
We’re gonna get you,
Mother won’t you please,
It’s time to go to sleep,
It’s time to go sleep.

We’re gonna catch you
We’re gonna catch you,
Father won’t you please,
I can’t get to sleep

Cold and tired, lying in bed,
Fearing the monsters under the bed,
Turn on the nightlight,
Leave the door open,
Never close you’re eyes,
Never sleep again.
The Demons’ magic,
Put a spell on me,
Take away my fatigue,
Give me the gift of insomnia

We’re gonna kill you,
We’re gonna kill you,
Mother won’t you please,
It’s time to go to sleep,
It’s time to go to sleep.

We’ll gonna curse you,
We’re gonna curse you,
Resurrect the dead,
Wake up mom and dad!

Yes little girl, run to your parents,
Run in fear from the noises you hear.
Mother tells you it’s nothing,
Father sends you back to bed,
Come back child, come back,
When your parents awake,
They’ll never see their little girl again.
Show them, dear child, show them we exist,
Let us devour your soul,
Let us prove our existence,

We’re gonna get you,
We’re gonna get you,
Mother won’t you please
It’s time to go to sleep,
It’s time to go to sleep…

Pairing: OroHida

Warning: NC-17, yaoi, swearing

Description: Hidan gets caught on a reconnaissance  mission by none other than the notorious Orochimaru.

Notes; LOL SMUT.

HERE WE GOO!

OroHida

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Temari looked across the table dazedly, watching as a dashingly hot young man walked up the stair of the bar to the hotel room. She grinned idiotically, and followed him.

You’ve probably figured this out already, but Temari was pissy drunk. She could barely stand up straight. She followed him down a hallway, leaning against the walls. She would follow him into his room, and do him the fun way.

Itachi walked into his room, and didn’t bother to lock it. He soon found himself regretting this heavily when he 1). Heard the door open, and 2), realized that Kisame was in the shower. And Kisame took forever when he showered. Itachi turned around and found himself face to face with none other than the Kazekage’s daughter, Temari. He took a step back, reaching for his kunai holster, and then remembering he had left it in a drawer. He couldn’t remember which. Temari was inches from his face, and every time he took a step back, she took a step forward. Itachi could smell heavy alcohol in her breath. She was heavily intoxicated.

Translation: she was pissy drunk.

Judging from the way she stared at him hungrily, she was horny too.

Itachi tripped and fell backwards onto a bed. In slight surprise, he stared at the ceiling for a moment in confusion, not really realizing what had just happened. He too, had had a couple of drinks, but definitely not as many as Temari had. He did have a bit of a heavy buzz though. Just barely cheerful.

Temari was suddenly right there on top of him. He blinked at her for a moment. What did she want? He had known a second ago. But he had forgotten.

Oh yeah, she was horny…

Temari started pulling off Itachi’s pants. Itachi tried to keep them on, but, to his surprise, Temari was a lot stronger then him when she was drunk. She yanked of his underwear and pants, and whistled at what she saw. She grinned with satisfaction. Itachi sat up, but she pushed him down, sliding off her own panties. Itachi pulled away, but she pulled him back. He moved his hips, she grabbed them to hold him still. For a while, she simply sat on his thighs, pumping him until he was rock hard. Itachi had been trying not to moan for a long time now. Never once in his life had he ever had sex, let alone even masturbate. He had missed this part of life, and was suddenly deeply cursing the Leader for making him go on this blasted mission.

Temari sat on top of his now swollen member and moaned drunkenly. She bounced up and down on his lap, rolled her hips around, and simply enjoyed the feeling. Itachi, unable to help himself, grabbed her hips and directed her around to his liking. He had his teeth clenched, trying not to make too much noise so that Kisame wouldn’t hear and come out to find what he was doing.

Later, when Kisame came out of the shower and found Itachi already in bed, and the smell of sex in the air, he had a feeling he knew what had happened and patted Itachi’s hair proudly.

“So you finally go laid! I’m so proud of you, Uchiha Itachi.”

Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Story (c) Me

~*~*~FAMILY~*~*~(First name is FIRST, middle second, last last blah blah blah)

{Creation}Mama - Midorikawa (green river) Nakamura (center of the village) Kawazoe (riverside) Kurokawa (black river)

{Destruction}Daddy - Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) Akimoto (autumn book) Kurokawa (black river)

[Animal]Derek - Hara (wilderness) Taiki (large radiance) Morita (forest field)

~Choice~David - Ayumi (walk, deeper meaning: walk your own way) Kawazoe (riverside) Kurokawa (black river)

~Love~Gina - Fujiwara (wisteria fields) Chiaki (very fine in autumn) Kurokawa (black river)

~Laughter~Kimmie - Kumiko (eternal beautiful child) Nakamura (center of the village) Kurokawa (black river)

~Truth~Ricky - Ishimaru (round stone) Takumi (open sea) Kurokawa (black river)

~~*~~*PETS*~~*~~(First name comes Second for pets)

^Happiness^Baka - Kurosawa (black swamp) Tsubaki (camellia flower)

^Serenity^Millie Vanillie - Hasegawa (long valley river) Aini (loves logic)

^Friendship^Lucky - Kuroda (black field) Miharu (beautiful clear sky)

+Autumn+Autumn - Akimoto (autumn book) Aki (autumn)

^Dark^Nagareboshi - Watanabe (near a crossing) Amon (asian gates)

^Light^Hakuyumi - Akimoto (autumn book) Chiaki (very fine in autumn)

^Solar^Sunshine - Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) Shun (fast person)

^Kindness^Raphael - Fujiwara (wisteria fields) Taiki (large radiance)

^Everything^Aristotle - Fujiwara (wisteria fields) Naoki (straight tree)

^Day^Caramel - Shinohara (bamboo field) Chiaki (very fine in autumn)

^Music^Hamtaro - Yamashita (under the mountain) Shun (fast person)

^Lunar^Satan - Saruwatari (monkey on a crossing bridge) Masato (sacred person)

^Faith^Rocky - Kuroda (black field) Kaito (big dipper of the ocean)

^Eternity^Coco - Akimoto (autumn book) Sachiko (child of fortune)

So yeah..the little words like the creation next to Mama’s name just mean that’s what they fall under. Mama is the Goddess of Creation, daddy is the God of Destruction. somehow, they fit together. Yeah, okay, whatever.

I’m dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming.

Am I too lost, to be saved? Am I too lost?!

I really didn’t to have to say goodbye. So I didn’t. I didn’t even fucking hug her! I am so mad at myself! That’s like saying ‘going is more than Gina’! I hate myself completely officially. I deserve to die. I fail at life. I suck. Gina’s probably crying. I bet she’s so lonely… I want to see her!!!!!! I want to camp out under her fricken’ bed! I hate myself. I’m not ready to have her leave! and I probably won’t be for a long ass time. I’m screwed. I hate my life. I fail at everything.

Don’t make me close one more door

I don’t wanna hurt anymore

I hurt so much right. I’m probably going to hardest time EVER falling asleep tonight. This sucks so bad. I hate everything. Not everyONE, but everyTHING. I can’t live with you, Gina! COME HOME, DAMN IT!!! SHANNARROOOOOO!!!!!!

I’m going to cry. I hate myself. I deserve to die. Literally.

Don’t walk away from me…

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don’t have you… you… you… you…

Depressed Nyash

Kimmie~

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You showed me

When I was young just how to grow

You showed me

Everything that I should know

You showed me

Just how to walk without your hands…..

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I’m sorry I didn’t say good-bye Gina! I love you so much! I won’t be okay until late or mid November!

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~Take these Broken Wings, and learn to Fly~

My little brother, Ricky, is not the same. Not at all. Infact, he has manipulated on several occasions, for serveral different reson. He’s been tricked into going down by the river when he KNOWS he’s not allowed, he’s been fooled into repairing relationships with his so called ‘friends’ whom always get him in trouble, and beat the tar out of him the day before. Yeah, that really happens. Johnathan and Jean, our b*****d neighbors whom i hate above everything else in the world because they WON’T go away, beat the stuffing out of him on the bus or something. Mama specifically told him that his NOT to hang out with them anymore, and that they’re NOT allowed on our property. ANYWHERE. A couple days later, Ricky comes home to inform Mama that the whole ‘beat-him-up’thing was just a joke or something that John and Jean played on him.

Did I mention that he came home CRYING that day?! What the hefk is the MATTER with fricken’ kid!?? Doesn’t hehave ANY kind of JUDGEMENT?! Long ago, when I was in Mrs. Filor’s class(It’s sickening that I can still remember how to spell her name) I decided that if someone breaks my trust, hurts my feeling, or just hurts me altogether twice, then I will never forgive them. I forgave Mrs. Filor several times, and she ALWAYS hurt me in the end. She ended up mentally SCARRING me, and making me believe I was a monster. So, I hate her. Notice the lack of d on the hate part. Yeah, I still hate her. Even though she’s in Florida. The last time I saw, she had had surgery on her nose, cuz her cartilage or something was bent. (Not that is MATTERS. Your fourty, Pam. No one cares how you look.) It looked painful.

I wanted to punch her right in the nose. It was hard not to. If I had been about fifteen, I would’ve.

Anyway, if someone hurts me twice, I will never forgive them, ever. My family is an exception. I have to forgive them. I live with them.  Not Ricky, he’d still be fried with johnathan and Jean if they jumped him on the street and mugged him.

Well, let’s continue. I am not a shy or sensitive person. I am not very good at understanding people. Infact, I’m horrible at it. Also, since I’m shy, If I have crush on someone or whatever, I can talk to them freely. I have no problem. I don’t freak out and hide if I see them. I don’t stutter, or blush, or anything like that. I’ll wave, say hi, chat. Whatever. And I’ll do it EASILY.It’s the same with people I don’t like. I can talk to them easily aswell. Sure, I give them the Evil Glare, or I snap at them, but I do that unconciously. Meaning I don’t realize it. It’s kinda strange. I can’t tell someone I’m angry with them or anything, but I can express very well. Glare, snap, snarl glare, growl, hiss, spit, half-yell. Of course, somehow, no one seems to realize that when I glare and snarl at them, I either don’t like them, or am angry at them. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about sensitivity and shyness.

Now, Gina is both of these things, and they get in the way our relationship. Sadly. I’ll give her advice, and she’ll tell me to “Stop giving me advice, cause getting advice from someone five younger then you makes me feel stupid!” I then ask her, “Why does it make you feel stupid?” And she’ll tell me it’s because I’m five years younger than her. Then I think in my head, ‘Why the heck does my AGE matter? And then I remember that she’s sensitive and insecure. Now, I’m not ranting on her, I’m not throwing a fit, I’m not even cutting her down, but I wonder WHY she’s so insecure and sensitive? I’m NOT sensitive.  You’d think that advice from someone who thinks alot simpler than you would be nice. It’s easier to think positively when you’re insensitive.  Then again, I’m insensitive, so I think much simpler than the average person. I am probably the most abnormal person in this household. Gina thinks she’s abnormal. I tell her she’s not. She doesn’t agree. Last night, she said that I’m probably smarter than her. I disagree. She tells me I am, I respond, “Gina, I am NOT smarter than you.” While thinking ‘what the heck give her THAT idea? I’m failing almost ever class and she says ‘your smart’? What the eff?! I have a HARD time in EVERY class! If I was SMART, I’d ask for help from someone when I needed it, I’d be smart enough to stop, think, and ask myself  ‘Is it REALLY worth it?’ Gina does ALL of these things. She’s very normal. She cares about she looks, her hair is improtant, she’s shy, she’s sensitive, and a bit insecure and pessimistic.She has a REPUTATION to keep up.

I have none of these traits. I’m a complete LOSER. Not her. I call her a loser, an idiot, baka, stupid, sure. But that’s because I’m too much of an idiot to realize that it hurts her alot. I call her those names probably because I get upset with her so easily, which is probably because she’s way better than me. She’s sensitive, so I don’t understand her. I’m a total jerk, and I hate myself. I know tat about myself for a fact. That’s who I am.

Gina, you’re going to graduate, and I know you hate me and all, and I know you’ll probably never want to see me again. I also know you think I think you’re a useless idiot or something. I can tell you for a fact that that’s NOT true. I treat everyone like that. If I hated you, I wouldn’t cry when you said you hated me. And I would probably be more a jerk to you, like I am to Mrs. DeLucia. (:D)  And I know you’re probably NOT going to believe me on this, but I am I going to fricken’ miss you when you leave. I will go insomniac for a week, cry every(or try to at least) night, become depressed, get pessimistic, E-mail you everyday, somehow make sure you check my blog, because I suck at writing letters. And I’m gonna cry some more. And every time you come home, I might jump you. But I’ll try to hold back.

And if you die, I swear I’ll commit suicide. :’(

I’m going off on a tangent here.

Anywho, This is proof that I am not human. Cool, I’m an alien. That’s sooooo cool. Heavy. Do normal humans have so much trouble crying? I cry easier when the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants than I do when something really bad happens. =.=I’MA FREAK!!!

Oh well, that pretty cool. By the way, Akari, are you going to have a car soon? I would love to be taken away by you! Then we could go through the Gate and recruit anime characters! That’d be fun.

“So, are we walking?”

“I brought the car.”

“Good! Can I drive?!”

“No.”

I’m gonna DIE! It’s way too outside and inside! My room is on the side of where the afternoon is. The HOTTEST sun of the day. I love it. (lol, NOT.) Anyways, I’m not doing anything. I’m bored. And listening to music…. I need a LIFE! And a JOB! And a few other things, namely a tablet, which I’m to stupid to save up for. (LOSER!) STFU! Anyways, Akari says that’s she’s going to steal me. When she gets a car.I’m having a little hiatus trip from quizilla. It’ll probably end today though.

MY ARMPITS ARE DRIPPING WITH SWEAT. (<Not an expression)

EW!!!!!!

Oh yeah, DEREK FOUND MY BOOKS O’ QUOTES! I’m so happy I could cry! Almost litterally!

Anyways, I have blog updates I want to make. Seriously. No jokes here.

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In other words, because she’s stupid.

Anyway,  Kimmie went through fourth grade and passed somehow, even with her crappy attitude.

And so, we continue our story.

Kimmie recently entered seventh grade. There, in the middle of the school year somewhere, she met a boy named John, who is also in her class. Kimmie feel in love with John, but didn’t dare to say so. So she spent the school being ‘just friends’ with him. Sometime in May, John moved down to georgia.

For good.

And now Kimmie will never, ever, ever, ever see him again, because she’s too much of a retard dumbass who can’t even say, ‘I hope you’ll come back next year,’ let alone, ‘I’ll miss you.’ And thus, Kimmie sank into depression.

End of the school year! troubles should be over, right? NOPE! Not for our brave, young, stupid, heroette. Not at all, instead she found something ELSE to worry about. First, it was her repor card, but she already got that, so it’s taken care of. (NOT) No, you see, Kimmie got a 60 or something like that in Gym, and if she remembers correctly, the grade has to be a 65 or higher to pass.

Well, too bad for this moron who’s too pathetic to even (pardon my French) ATTEND FUCKING GYM CLASS!

Is that it? nope, not quite yet, but we’re getting there. Anywho, Kimmie is also worrying about her older sister, Gina, moving away to college. She worried about her sisters saftey and life. Why? Shootings, rape, assault, etc. etc.

After all we all know Kimmie’ a paranoid little loser. So yeah, Gina’s already graduated and NOW, she’s freaking out even more(ow, damnit…). Annoying!

Today, earlier this afternoon actually, Kimmie went off to visit her best friend, Pinnie, Pine, and she even met a new friend, named Tee.

They’re all pine trees, and they’re the only ones Kimmie can trust and rely on with her life. Litterally. I She almost fell out like…twelve million times.

Yeah, going off on a tangent. Anyway, Kimmie made it all the way over to Pinnie,  proceeded to shred her hands and arms to ribbons in the process, got comfy, and read for about an hour and a half. Maybe two hours. I She wasn’t counting. After she decided she should head home, because she didn’t want to miss dinner, and didn’t even know what time it was. When she got their, Anyways, before that happen, 

Kimmie felt guilty and really upset, because she felt it was her fault that Pinnie, Pine, and Tee ended up the way they did. Afterall, if I hadn’t climbed up there in the first place, they probably wouldn’t have had their lower branches chopped off. I could litterally FEEL the hurt emanting off them. But  In order to make up for her retarded mistake, Kimmie decided she would climb up them, and give them company for as long as she could and trim their branches a bit. AKA, break off the dead crap. This didn’t make hr fell very much better.

So, after her two or so hours went by, Kimmie went back home, promising to visit Pinnie and the others again tomorrow.

She got home and showed her father the couple of cuts she’d gotten from climbing Pinnie. She still felt angry and upset with herself though. So what did she do?

I went into the kitchen and stole a knife. I tried to cut my arm open with it, but it did work, so I tried a steak knife instead. No such luck. So by now I had a whole crapload of red marks all over my arm from failed attempts to cut my arm. Why the hell was it so HARD anyway? I mean seriously,  IT’S A FREAKIN’ STEAK KNIFE! It’s MADE to cut meat! And yet, somehow, itcan cut my thin flesh?

That’s fricken’ ridiculous. Can’t a girl cut herself? Sheesh.

Anyway, so I finally decided upon the bread cutting knife. That did the job nicely. I officially have a two inch long cut on my wrist! WOOT! It’s not bleeding(anymore) but it still felt very nice. And it still does. I enjoyed that. Correction; I NEEDED that. Yay! W\e. -.- Anyways, so my left arm looks ALOT worse that it actually is cause of all the failed attempts….

Wait a minute, I should probably tell you this first:  The cut that bleed a bit that I made with the bread knife…yeah, I DIDN’T cut myself very deep. It’s actually very shallow. (too bad….*pokes it* ow.) So I’m not like…commiting suicide. I’m just being and emo bitch like I’ve always been and cutting myself a bit.

Next thing you know I’ll be in a mental asylum for crazy, dangerous kids who cut themselves if they can get their hands on sharp stuff.

That also know as a hospital…(no, they’re called Insane Asylums) Oh oh yeah. hehe…I knew that.
Don’t worry about the cutting bit. Sure I did it,  but it doesn’t really hurt. It tingles. It’s kind horny-inducing…(WTF AM I SAYING!? RAH!)

Lol, It’s official I’m a pyscho. I suppose all those ‘psychiatrists’ and ‘mental health doctors’ or whatever back at Sidney were right all along. Maybe I DO need a day treatment thingamajiggy.

Haha yeah right. If they kept me with them for a die they’d all die from the things I talk about. Lol.

Something like this;

“So, tell us about yourself.”

“I’m crazy in a good way, not pyscho, and very funny if your not a loser with no humor, which you probably are. Also, I’m a possibly gifted Introvert with ADHD and Preteen Emo Syndrome. *cue to grin* Also, I don’t like it here. Your walls are too white. This must be your way to ensure that if someone’s insane, they won’t be getting over it and leaving any time soon. The walls sure be kinder colors. Sure, white singles niceness, or whatever the eff, but it also makes you think of a freakin’ ICE COLD WINTER.

Very inviting, if you ask me. *cue to sarcasm*”

“I see. Is there anything else?”

“Give me some chocolate………………*reluctant* please. Oh, and were’s Doug? I wanna talk to him. And Gina and Daddy and Mama and Derek too. Could you lend me a couple cages and a butterfly net? Oh, and some tranquilizer guns. *huge smile*”

“…”

“I guess that’s a no. Anyway, why don’t you go away and let be pyschotic in peace. That way, while your gone, I can find a sharp object, hurt myself, and then laugh in an obvious attempt to scare the hell out of you. Because I take such pleasure in messing with people’s heads. (big stupid, pyscho grin*”

“*disturbed*”

It’d be soooooooo*gasp* ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo funnny if that really happened. I’d laugh.

Wrist:Tingle tingle tingle tingle

Me:Stop tingling, dom you!*pokes it…harshly*  DANGIT OWWWW!!!

Wrist:Ah loff at cho’ payne!

Me:-.-* WhatEVER!

Okay, I’m DONE now. Is Mama even HOME yet?! UGH!

But, that doesn’t matter too much! Back to the point. No running off on tangents, Kimmie. ^.^ Anyway, Things depressing me. 2) School = Report Cards = Pass? Fail? Yes, I’ve gotten through the seventh grade school year, but I’m absolutely POSITIVE I failed math. I probably shouldn’t be worrying about it, yeah, but I feel terrible, and I really am sure I’m going to fail. I don’t WANT to fail, but I’m positive that I will! I started taking a new medication, called Zolof, or something like that. It’s supposedly an anti depressant that take for fricken’ EVER to actually start WORKING. It’s supposed to stop constant pessimism and cheer me up a bit or something.
It’s NOT working. In fact, since I started taking it, I’ve been sleeping less, and actually having more, much, much WORSE negative thoughts than I was ORIGINALLY having.

That’s RIDICULOUS.

Anyway, I’ve almost couldn’t get to sleep last night just thinking about my math grade alone. Why the heck am I so FRICKIN’ MENTAL?! JESUS EFF-ING CHRIST!!!!

Heavy sigh. Anyway, Report Cards, Gina’s graduation. Also, the whole death thing is starting to scare ME. Everytime I think ‘What’ll happen when I die?’ , I instantly get scared, and start imagining really scary things that might happen. Then I predict that I’m going to probably end up with some sort of really terrible disease that’s going slowly and painfully kill me. Or that I’ll undergo surgery or something. And I can’t get these thoughts out of my head! They WILL NOT go the fudger AWAY. And I assure you, I DON’T want them there! I don’t like losing sleep, I don’t like worrying about death, or school, or even Gina’s graduation! I wish I was just a NORMAL 12 year old little yaoi fan girl like all the rest of them! It’s NOT fair! I HATE MY LIFE! Why the heck do I have such a fricked up life anyway?!?

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Why is it that there can’t be someone who could just preform a spell or do something like a miracle to please just help me out a bit?

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Just Smile,

Even if your dying,

Even when your crying

Even when you scared

Even when your hurting inside

Even when your filled with so much sorrow and hate.

Just Smile Instead.

Smile…

It hides everything.

~*~*~*~Nyash~

(c) DemonKimmie, formerly known as KimBabe