Title: Unsaid

Summary: In the chronicles of Death Note, everything is cold and hard and clinical, driven by the determination for justice. So it either takes a sharp eye or wishful hoping to single out the hidden moments of unadultered, forbidden emotion. Drabblefic. LRaito yaoi.


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pffft yeah!
Got a title and summary. It's actually so simple it's ingenious, to quote Edison. I'm proud of myself.


Which is ironic because my self-esteem has been soundly beaten the crap out of. I didn't manage to finish my NSW Science paper today. My god, I feel like taking a crap book and repeatedly hitting my equally crap head over with it. R e p e a t e d l y.

And for some reason, my automatic emergency supply of endorphins aren't kicking in...the supply of happy chemicals is either lacking, or late, or I'm experiencing Technical Difficulties, or the stars just aren't in my favor.

Either way, see how all the aforementioned options put no blame on me whatsoever?


...omfg. I'm listening to Billy Joel's The River of Dreams, and suddenly he's humming Can You Feel the Love Tonight...




lolwhut?


ANYWAY where was I. Oh yes. Having a crap week. Boo hooooz. And I'm reading CoD SO fricking fast, I'm nearing the last five chapters. Damnit, this can't be going on so fast. I need my fix daily damnit damnit.















you know, there's an unspoken tradition with men all over the world. whenever their team loses the footy match, whenever they get ditched, whenever they get sacked, whenever the manure hits the fan, their fan, their fan and air conditioner, they go to the bar and get good and drunk.















you know, there's an unspoken traidition with yaoi fans all over the world. whenever their pairing is proved non-canon, whenever their fiction fix isn't finished, or takes a plot turn for the worse, when parents walk in on their hardcore drug, whenever their pairing go through something particularly angsty, they hit the 'sites and get good and high.