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Tue, 26 Dec 2006 02:52:58 GMT

Chapter 1, Part 1 : Notice
Title: Three Years
Author: coruscatingice
Fandom: Morning Musume
Characters: Yuko Nakazawa
Prompt: Notice
Word Count: 408
Rating: PG - sexually suggestive, hinting of underage relationship beginning :>
Summary: On Yuko's 15th birthday, her brother's friend gives her the eye.
Author's Notes: Yuko's 15, which makes her about a Sophomore(2nd year) in high school. Her brother's friend is 17, a Senior(4th year) So while this story is still going to touch on illegal happenings between the two, it's not that outrageous. Please don't flame me.
Music: 30 Seconds To Mars - A Beautiful Lie(Album)

June 21st, 1988

I lie awake at night, thinking about him. Two days ago it was my 15th birthday. He looked at me that day. He looked at me. I hadn't even noticed him walk in until Keiko pointed him out to me, nudging with her elbow, barely suppressing giggles.

June 19th, 1988

"Yuchan. Yuchan! He's checking you out!" She covered her mouth with her hand and glanced over her shoulder. I was responding even as I turned around.

"What? Oh god if I swear it's that stupid Ryutarou again I'll-" My voice choked off. My mouth didn't stop moving, but my vocal cords stopped working. There he was, leaning in the doorway staring at me. A silhouette of perfection, the soft glow of summer sunlight haloing his body for a moment before he moved out of it and into the room, sweeping his hair out of his face and removing his sunglasses in one smooth motion, a smirk on his lips.

"Lookit the birthday girl!" The smirk turned almost wicked and I was sure the teasing was about to begin like always. "You're certainly well on your way to being a birthday woman." His eyes dipped below mine for a moment, subtly yet pointedly drawing my own attention to the fact that I was probably a little too developed to still be running around in tank tops stolen from my foster brothers.

If it'd been anyone else, they'd have been too stunned to speak. Any other girl I knew would have kept her mouth shut, and the whole thing might have ended right there. But nooooo. Oh no. Not me. I had to retort.

"Well, I'm more mature on you. You can't even land a girl your own age, so you have to hit on your friend's little sister. Pretty sad if you ask me."

I watched one perfectly shaped eyebrow arch high on his forehead, the smirk faltering for a moment, then widening, teeth showing as he started laughing. "Koushisei, eh? I'll see ya later, spitfire."

And with that he slipped his glasses on and headed nonchalantly up the stairs of my house like he lived there. Not a care in the world. If only I'd known that I'd just further piqued him.

I felt a hot shiver down my spine as I watched him go. Turning back to the decorations we'd been working on for my party, I shrugged it off. No big deal, right?

Intro: Drown

Sat, 02 Dec 2006 01:57:14 GMT

Title: Three Years
Fandom: Morning Musume
Characters: Yuko Nakazawa
Prompt: 048. Drown
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13, language
Summary: Yuko begins the telling of her story.
Author's Notes: Music: 30 Seconds To Mars - A Beautiful Lie(Album)

I was a human once. I was living once. I had hopes and dreams for the future. I was a bright, talented girl with a sharp tongue softened by a pretty face. That's no longer me. Now I'm a machine, a shell. If I could forget it all, forget the last few years, the destructive time bomb I've been attached to since I was 15, it could be just like heaven.

I'm 18, now. But what does that matter? What does it mean? Nothing. Age is of no importance. It reflects nothing of the soul inside the flesh. My soul is corroded. I've endured more hell in my teenage years than most girls deal with their whole lives. I haven't always known it was hell, though, you see.

What does a high school girl dream of but being swept off her feet by an older man? Not some middle-aged business man. No, that's not what I'm talking about. The man I'm talking about is the older brother of your best friend, the one who rides the motorcycle and wears a leather jacket. Your brother's friend who plays the guitar in that band, who ruffles your hair and calls you munchkin, but whom you wish was calling you sweetheart.

That's the guy I'm talking about. That's the guy I got. I had my innocence ripped away when I was 15. But by the time it actually happened, I was in over my head, drowning fast, and too fucking stubborn to flail let alone try and break the surface to call for help. Truth be told, I didn't know that the mounting pressure on my psyche meant that I was drowning. I didn't know that everything was wrong.

I'm going to tell you my story.

Buckle up kids, it's a bumpy ride.

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 21:56:05 GMT

001.	Phobia	002.	Addict	003.	Dance	004.	Sing	005.	Cruise
006.	Careen	007.	Psychic	008.	Imsomniac	009.	Bath	010.	Homo
011.	Coma	012.	Suicide	013.	Traitor	014.	Loyal	015.	Miracle
016.	Divorce	017.	Function	018.	Lonesome	019.	Belch	020.	Stink
021.	Labor	022.	Dropout	023.	Quit	024.	Aghast	025.	Station
026.	Nervous	027.	Eliminate	028.	Birth	029.	Medicated	030.	Poor
031.	Rob	032.	Confess	033.	Forgive	034.	Cranky	035.	Breakdown
036.	Still	037.	Lover	038.	Flame	039.	Run	040.	Wake
041.	Speech	042.	Last Wish	043.	Angel	044.	Elope	045.	Blind
046.	Dream	047.	Journey	048.	Drown	049.	Alive	050.	Stomach
051.	Raw	052.	Force	053.	Power	054.	Drive	055.	Sore
056.	Beg	057.	Repeat	058.	Rise	059.	Mercy	060.	War
061.	Race	062.	Blur	063.	Coercion	064.	Duty	065.	Rivalry
066.	Match	067.	First	068.	Skin	069.	Overdose	070.	Band
071.	Alcoholic	072.	Spiteful	073.	Need	074.	Pain	075.	Bubble
076.	Weight	077.	Instrument	078.	Dependant	079.	Guide	080.	Track
081.	Lacking	082.	Curse	083.	Haircut	084.	The Morning After	085.	Sink
086.	Cool	087.	Crybaby	088.	Admit	089.	Defeat	090.	Fickle
091.	Haze	092.	Speed	093.	Ticket	094.	Vomit	095.	Bleeding
096.	Notice	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.