Art post! weee! ^____^

Hi again! *waves*After a pretty weak week (xD) in creative matters, I'm productive again! Well, I guess a couple of Kurofai fics are enough to activate me, but I've been also drawing some originals pics ^o^ and getting ideas for different parts of a story I will write one of those years xDDDAnd finally I have a quite possible for me project to do. I wish to make some drabbles, part of a collection called "3 months", about Fye's eating habits the space between the Tokyo arc and the new world of chapter 136, and I have the first one (in english! gosh, I forced myself to write, it must be full of mistakes X.X). It's great because it's something I can do while I'm in class ^_^, and none of my classmates is going to start reading what I write (I hope). It's not like when I sketch some bishonen in my notebook and I hear "oh, cool, SHE's nice ^_^"; and they take my pencil, and draw a weeding dress over HIM O_O. I really got frustrated after that. Anyway, I have to get to terms with DA... but I don't feel like it. Plus, its a very slooooow page, and I'm not going to stop the eMule or the Bittorrent just to upload pics. I should also upload some of the Salon del Manga photos, since I was asked, and I guess it's nice to share them (but most of them weng out blurry X.X), but I will have to wait because I have to create and account in sendspace or one of those webs, and right now I don't feel like it ^^UUUU. Waaah, anyway, *SPOILER ALERT OF THE LATEST TRC CHAPTERS*Rating? No idea, I never know how they work. No porn and no swearing (yet xDDDD), but there's blood. No yaoi either (yet *_*). First and last He hadn’t noticed how cold his lips were until the warm drops of blood leaked over them, alive, almost beating… burning him. The sensation made him part his lips lightly with a surprised gasp, and the dark liquid, as by his own mind, oozed between his teeth, flooding in the space between his tongue and palate. When the temperature’s impression passed away, a wave of information broke against his brain: the taste. I wasn’t salty, ferric, heavy… as he expected from what he knew from previous experiences with his own wounds. It was strong, though. And maybe sweet… but there was something more. He didn’t really know what, but it felt like nothing he had ever tasted… delicious, intoxicating, perfect… He didn’t want it! He swallowed, unable to do any other thing, wanting the marvelous sensation to stop. For heaven’s sake, it was just blood! Or maybe… not. The moment the liquid left trough his throat he realized there was much more. He felt, each second more anxious, how the burning drops flooded all over his body, through his veins… but it wasn’t enough. The cold came again, but he wasn’t cold before, was he? He felt the emptiness… It was not just blood, he had to know what it was! He pressed his lips against the ninja’s wrist, sucking slowly, then greedily, knowing his mind was loosing control of the situation, but without even considering doing anything about it… It was life. He didn’t know how, but it was life. He was drinking everything. He savored the colors, the morning sun, the warm and chill of the different seasons… he drank existence, which he didn’t knew he lacked until that instant. And felt the happiness, the strength, the resolution… But he was still empty. No matter how much he drank, he was no longer hungry, but an empty space remained somewhere inside, void, unreachable… He wanted it filled… filled with that marvelous feeling. He wanted satiation. So he kept drinking, barely noticing the hot blood escaping his lips, spilling all over his chin and own neck, barely hearing the distant murmurs, barely feeling the pressing hand over his hair, trying to yank it away, weak… He just wanted to drink. The rest of the world didn’t make any sense without it; he wanted everything, all inside him… “STOP IT ALREADY, FYE!” His name… Kurogane’s voice… He opened his eyes… He didn’t really know if he had them closed, he just realized he was seeing a different reality. Big and calloused hands on his shoulders pushed him away weakly and he saw the blood under the dim light of the night table lamp… all over the ninja’s neck, dripping over his collarbone, dying the tanned skin. Then he saw blood again, in Kurogane’s arms, where his own nails were gripped. And he backed away again, gasping, feeling his soaked chin, getting away from the other’s warm body. Then his eyes meet. Kurogane’s ruby eyes were not vivid anymore. They seemed to look from far away, all strength and determination lost… but watching him, right into the eye, always sure of himself. His face was extremely pale, his lips purple, his body soaked with sweat and blood, trembling… so weak, so hurt, so vulnerable… so close to unconsciousness… He didn’t say a word, got up, turned around and ran away, as fast as his legs allowed him, which was faster than usual. He felt lighter, stronger, alive, better than the ever had… He felt despicable, hideous, a monster. He swore he would rather die than do it again.^_^ Ok, that's it. Obviously, he'll drink again. I'll take care of that myself! Mwahahaa!! Expect angst in future drabbles, and later on... fluff (I can't help it, I'm the one who loves flowery yaoi >.>U)And... ART BONUS! I love doodling in OC *_____*