Dasey Nation

[Lady Azura]

My latest conquest. I was inspired to start writing this after watching When0Derek0Met0Casey's "Code Names for Puberty" Lizwin trailer on YouTube, so once she gave me permission... I started writing it. Finally finished the first chapter today, so here it is!


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Code Names for Puberty
And So It Begins

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DREAM SEQUENCE

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“Edwin…”


A soft, tranquil voice - like that of an angel’s - echoed in the darkness, causing a young boy of thirteen to stir.

“Edwin… wake up…” The voice urged.


‘Ugh, where am I?’

That was the first thought that crossed Edwin’s mind as he slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes, finally awakening from his slumber.

Only to be greeted by a shocking and rather unexpected sight.

There, standing in front of him, was none other than his step-sister Lizzie, clad in nothing but a simple white towel that left very little to the imagination.

“L-Lizzie!” He cried, trying to avert his gaze, “What are you -? How are you-? What?”

Lizzie giggled as she stared down a him, a small blush gracing her delicate features.

“What do you mean, Edwin?” She asked, feigning innocence, “Don’t you like what you see?”

Edwin nearly choked on air, spluttering profusely as he tried to think of something - anything - to say. He couldn’t, however; his mind was completely incoherent. Instead, he allowed his eyes to wander, traveling up and down her lithe figure and lingering on places he only dreamed of touching. He could feel his mouth going dry and unconsciously swallowed and licked his lips.

“I thought you might,” Lizzie’s voice brought his attention back to her face - her eyes, more specifically, and he found himself drowning in those turquoise pools.

Then, without warning, she let her towel drop.


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END DREAM SEQUENCE

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“GAH!”

Edwin Venturi awoke with a start, gasping for breath as he shot up in bed and clutched the front of his shirt, which was completely drenched in cold sweat.

It took a while, but once his breathing was steady and his heart rate was back to normal, he found the strength to slip out of bed and make his way over to the door, all the while trying to ignore the ache in his groin as he slowly made his way down the attic steps and towards the bathroom. It wasn’t long before he found himself standing in front of the bathroom door, and just as he was about to reach for the knob, said door swung open and out stepped Derek Venturi in all his glory.

“Good, you’re awake,” his brother acknowledged, “We’re leaving for my hockey game soon, so be ready in fifteen. Got it?” He ruffled the younger Venturi’s hair before shuffling passed him, and was about to head back to his own room when he suddenly stopped and turned back around, an amused grin etched across his face.

Edwin raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked.

Derek merely smirked.

“Word of advice,” he said, “You might want to take care of ‘Little Edwin’ before you do anything else.” With that, he laughed and disappeared down the hall.

Edwin blinked in confusion as he stared at the spot where his elder brother had once stood.

“Little Edwin?” He repeated, before his eyes widened and he looked down. “Shit! Not again!”

He quickly bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door before anyone else saw.


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“But Casey!” Lizzie McDonald protested, shooting her older sister a pleading look through her vanity mirror as said sister concentrated on curling her hair, “Why do I have to do this? Why do I have to wear this? We’re going to a hockey game - Derek’s hockey game, not some fancy restaurant or out on a date or…” She trailed off when she realized that she was being ignored and frowned.

Casey sighed as she took a strand of Lizzie’s hair and gently wrapped it around the curling iron.

“You can never look too good,” she said, “Besides, what if there’s a really cute boy your age there? Wouldn’t you want to impress him by looking pretty?”

Lizzie stared at her sister in horror. Did she even realize what she was saying? The words that were spewing out of her mouth? What happened to the Pro-Women, Anti-Sexism, Feminist sister she’d grown to admire and look up to over the years, and who was this… this imposter who’d replaced her?

Of course, she knew who to blame for Casey’s sudden change.

Max Miller. That’s who.

Ever since Casey had started dating Max, it was like she’d transformed into a completely different person. If she wasn’t reapplying her make up or adjusting her hair or spending hours upon hours in the bathroom doing who knew what, she was out shopping with Emily for clothes she’d only wear once. Even her grades were starting to slip. The previous A student was now an A- student… which wasn’t too shabby for the average teen, but for (former) self-proclaimed perfectionist, Casey McDonald, it was a big deal. A huge deal.

And her wardrobe! The thought of it made Lizzie want to cringe. The once conservative girl was now dressing like some sort of… well, slut, for lack of a better word. Always wearing tight clothes, short skirts and shirts that showed off way too much cleavage… basically, things she would’ve never been caught dead in had she never started dating Max.

“I thought looks didn’t matter,” the youngest McDonald said, finally answering her sister’s question, “I mean, shouldn’t I want someone to like me for me and not because of what I look like?”

Casey pursed her lips, releasing the now curled strand.

“Well, yeah,” she agreed, “But you want to look nice too, don’t you? Trust me, Liz. You’ll understand when you’re older. I’m doing this for your own good. Besides, it’s the least you could do after letting that nice outfit I got you for your birthday collect cobwebs and dust in the back of your closet…”

Lizzie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms at her sister’s lame attempt at guilt-tripping her.

Casey set down the curling iron and tilted her head to the side, examining Lizzie.

“Something’s missing…”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I look like a porcelain doll already! What more could I possibly need?” Lizzie cried.

“Ooh!” Casey squealed, like she had never heard her, “I know! Hair accessories! One second.”

With that, she excused herself and exited Lizzie’s room. The tween glared at her elder sister’s retreating form through the mirror’s reflection before her gaze settled on her own face. She scrunched up her nose and quickly wiped off the lipstick Casey had forced on her before looking down at what she was wearing.

At the moment, she was currently sporting a light blue tank top with lace trim and one of Casey’s old jean skirts. She realized that she probably wouldn’t have minded the top too much if it wasn’t currently showing off her developing cleavage to the entire world… which is why she’d thrown on a dark blue zip-up sweater over top of it.

“Yo, Lizard,” Derek was suddenly at her doorway, interrupting her thoughts, “We’re leaving soon. Nora’s already started the car - now’s your chance to escape.”

Lizzie nodded.

“Right. Thanks Derek.” She replied.

Her elder step-brother smirked.

“No problem.”

And like that, he was gone.

Lizzie’s vanity stool scraped loudly across her wooden floor as she stood abruptly and made a mad dash out the door and down the hall, but just as she was about to turn the corner, her body collided with Edwin’s. A small shriek left her lips as they both toppled to the ground, with him landing on top of her in a rather… awkward position, to say the least.

For about a minute or so, the two lay perfectly still, staring in wide-eyed shock at one another.

Edwin was the first to snap back to reality and quickly scrambled to get off her. Lizzie couldn’t help but inhale sharply when she felt her skirt (Casey’s skirt) ride up slightly due to his sudden movement and tugged at the hem as she, too, sat up. Neither of them were willing to look at each other as they slowly rose to their feet and muttered apologies, before going their separate ways - Edwin to his room, and Lizzie downstairs.


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And that, my friends, is the end of chapter 1.

Here's the FFN link if anyone would prefer to read it there instead:

Code Names for Puberty

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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[snoopy87]

Great stuff! I liked how you mentioned Casey's change in character after she started dating Max. Also, I was laughing at "Little Edwin." Poor teenage boys ... their hormones just get the best of them!

Can't wait for more!
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[Lady Azura]

^ Your wish has been granted.

The second chapter is now up!


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Code Names for Puberty
"Guy Stuff"

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It wasn’t long before the Venturi-McDonalds finally left for Derek’s hockey game and before they knew it, they were at the rink, sitting in their respective seats and watching said game take place.

“GO SMEREK, GO!”

“Yeah Derek! You can do it!”

Edwin groaned, slumping further into his seat. He didn’t know which was worse; being crammed in the back seat of the Prince and having Lizzie’s bare leg brush up against his the entire ride there, or being forced to watch her skirt ride up every time she leapt up to cheer his brother on. Both were very distracting and resulted in lower bodily reactions that he had next to no control over. In fact, it had gotten to the point where he had to use his own sweater - despite how cold it was in the arena - to hide the obvious bulge in his jeans.

And her smell. He didn’t know when exactly Lizzie started wearing perfume or body spray or whatever it was, but it was absolutely intoxicating. Not in a bad way, either; it was actually quite pleasant. It wasn’t like the nauseating Cotton Candy spray that the rest of the girls in their class wore… it was more natural. Kind of flowery, even. It was nice and soothing, but it fogged his senses all the same and he knew, deep down, that every time he caught a whiff of that smell from that point on, he’d only think of her.

God, what the hell was wrong with him?

“I’m thirsty,” Lizzie’s voice brought Edwin back to reality, and he looked at her just as she turned to face him, “I think I’m gonna go get something to drink. Want to come with?”

“Uh… I… umm… I…” He stammered, unable to think of anything to say.

That, coupled with the fact that he was 99.9% sure that she’d not only notice, but also be freaked out by the not-so-discreet tent in his jeans if he decided go with her at that moment…

“Well? Come on, Edwin. We don’t have all day.”

It was a no-brainer.

“No,” he said, “I mean… no thanks. I mean… I’m not really thirsty right now.”

“Oh.” Lizzie looked slightly disappointed, “Okay then… I’ll be back in a bit.”

With that, she stood up and left. Edwin watched her until she disappeared from view before returning his attention to the game, just in time to hear the buzzer go off and see Derek score the winning goal.


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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, in Edwin’s opinion. Lizzie had gone grocery shopping with Nora, his dad had stayed cooped up in his room after straining his back from carrying all of Derek’s hockey equipment at once, and neither the King of Lies nor the Drama Queen were around long enough to keep him entertained with their usual banter. Derek had spent most of the day jamming with Sam and Ralph in Ralph’s garage while Casey had gone on some kind of shopping spree with Emily.

Usually, Edwin wouldn’t be complaining. He enjoyed it when the house was relatively quiet and he could watch TV in peace without having anyone else (namely Derek) hog the remote. The only problem was… it got boring after a while. In fact, the only highlights of his day were stumbling across one of Nora’s overly predictable soap operas and watching Marti get married to Dimi.

Again.

Both of which, he was disheartened to admit, got boring over time.

Finally, though, dinner arrived, which immediately brightened Edwin’s mood as he made his way into the dining room. Something was bound to happen - it always did, and he couldn’t help but smile as he plopped down in his seat between Derek and Marti and inhaled the delicious, mouthwatering aroma of the plate of spaghetti in front of him.

Mmm… spaghetti.

His favorite.

For the first ten or so minutes of dinner, everything went by smoothly. Stories of everyone’s days were exchanged and even a few laughs were shared. Everything was fine… until Derek went ahead and opened his mouth.

“So Edwin,” he said, turning to face the younger Venturi boy, “About earlier…”

A feeling of dread made itself known in the pit of Edwin’s stomach as he looked at Derek through the corner of his eye.

“What about it?” He asked, trying to sound casual.

His elder brother’s eyes shone with amusement.

“Who’s the lucky girl?”

A series of surprised “what’s” echoed around the table, and much to his dismay, Edwin soon found himself the center of attention.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Derek.” He stammered.

“Sure you do!” Derek chuckled, slapping him on the back, “So? Who is she? Must’ve been a real babe if -”

Edwin quickly cut him off.

“Uh… can… can we not talk about this?” He suggested, “Let’s talk about something else. Please Derek, I’m begging you.”

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” asked Derek, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all go through it… it’s perfectly -”

“Derek, what are you talking about?” Casey interrupted.

“Yes Derek,” Nora, who’d been watching the bizarre exchange between her two step-sons with curiosity, agreed, “What’s going on?”

“Well…” Derek began, unable to hide his Cheshire grin as he watched the color drain from his younger brother’s face, “It seems that young Edwin here… isn’t so young anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Casey.

Derek smirked at her.

“It means…” He said, “That -”

“Can I be excused?” Before George or Nora could even reply, Edwin quickly jumped up from his seat and made a mad dash out the dining room and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long before they heard his bedroom door slam shut.

There was a brief moment of silence, then everyone who remained at the dinner table turned to look at Derek.

“What was that about?” asked Marti.

“Yeah Derek, what’s going on?” George demanded.

Derek merely shrugged and leaned back in his seat, placing his hands behind his head and grinning smugly.

“Oh, you know,” he said, “Guy stuff.”

No further questions were asked, and everyone eventually returned to their meals.

Well, almost everyone.

Lizzie stared blankly at her dinner, too concerned about her step-brother and partner in crime to worry about her stomach. Taking one last bite of spaghetti, she made up a quick excuse about not being hungry and slipped quietly out of the dining room.


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Aww... I'm so cruel. I make Derek do mean things.
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Chapter 3 is now up!


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Code Names for Puberty
Fights, Flashbacks and Notes

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About five or ten minutes had gone by since the incident at dinner and Edwin soon found himself sitting on his bed with his back propped up against the headboard, glaring intently at the Babe Raider poster on the wall across from him, all the while trying to think of ways to get back at Derek for what he’d almost revealed in front of everyone at dinner - including Lizzie. In fact, Edwin was so engrossed in plotting against his older brother that he didn’t even hear his door creak open.

“Edwin?” A familiar voice questioned, causing said boy to nearly jump out of his skin.

He quickly tore his gaze away from the poster and glanced over. His hardened expression softened somewhat when he found Lizzie standing there.

“Oh… hey,” was all he said.

“Hey…” Lizzie replied, her voice quivering a bit with uncertainty, “How are you feeling? You seemed kind of… I don’t know… upset? When you left, I mean. I was… I mean, mom and George were… they were worried…”

Edwin shrugged.

“I’ve been better,” he said, “It’s just… Derek… he’s…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“An ass? An insensitive jerk? Too much to handle?” Lizzie offered. “I know.”

Edwin nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” he said, “Pretty much.”

Lizzie smiled weakly at him in understanding before asking, “So, what are you up to?”

“Plotting to destroy Derek.” Edwin replied simply, “Why?”

“I see. Any luck?”

“None.”

“Too bad.”

Edwin furrowed his brow.

“What are you doing here, anyways?” He asked.

“What? A girl can’t see how her step-brother’s doing without having some kind of ulterior motive?” Lizzie challenged, completely oblivious to the way Edwin cringed at the word ‘step-brother’.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat.

“Okay fine, you caught me.” She said, “Actually, I wanted to know if you wanted to play some soccer out front - one on one. It’s still pretty light out and we haven’t hung out in a while - just us two, I mean, so I just thought -”

“No thanks.”

Lizzie’s face fell.

“Oh…” The disappointment was evident in her voice, “Well, why not?”

“Why do I need a reason?” Edwin snapped, “I just don’t feel like it, okay?”

Lizzie’s expression immediately changed from hopeful to angry.

“Jeez, Edwin! I was just asking! You don’t have to be such a jerk about it!” She spat.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be such a ‘jerk’ if you knew when to butt out of other people’s lives!” Edwin’s eyes widened as soon as the words left his lips. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he watched in horror as tears welled up in Lizzie’s eyes, knowing that it was all his fault. “Lizzie, I -” He started, but his door slammed, interrupting his apology.

Edwin groaned and fell back against the headboard once again.

“Great,” he muttered, “Just great! All she wanted to do was hang out and what do you do? You make her cry! What kind of asshole does that? Me. That’s who. Edwin Daniel Venturi: Resident Jerk.”

He sighed and sunk further down the headboard and into his pillows.

Everything was so messed up lately. So completely and utterly messed up. So… wrong! After all, since when was he such a jerk? He was no angel, by any means, but he had never fought with Lizzie. Ever. They just… didn’t fight. That was Derek and Casey’s job - not his and Lizzie’s. They got along; they settled their differences over bets, negotiations and games of chance; they didn’t fight! They just didn’t. It was as simple as that.

Until now.

Something was happening. Something was changing. Something was… different.

But what? And why?

Edwin racked his brain for some kind of logical explanation. Something that would tell him why he was so moody lately… why he and Lizzie could no longer look each other in the eye without getting all flustered… why he kept having those damn dreams! Those disgusting, immoral dreams about his sweet and innocent step-sister doing and saying completely un-Lizzie-like things.

Really, what kind of sicko dreamt about things like that?

Him, unsurprisingly, because apparently he was doomed to be weird in every way possible. Not smooth and cool like Derek. Nope; just… creepy and weird. That was Edwin Venturi in a nutshell, and he was positive that all the girls at school would vouch for him on that. Well… every girl except for a select few - including Lizzie - but as usual, he’d gone and messed all of those up.

Edwin sighed.

Lizzie…

His stomach fluttered.

It’d been doing that a lot lately… especially whenever he was around Lizzie or even so much as thought about her. It was a weird feeling.

He tried to think of when these feelings started to manifest themselves in him, but couldn’t quite pinpoint an exact moment. At first, he thought it all started at their joint birthday party, but as he kept thinking about it, he realized that it went back even further than that - perhaps even further than their “rebellion”. In fact, when he really thought about it… he supposed they even went as far back as before the wedding… when they’d first met.

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::FLASHBACK::

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“Daddy! Me and Daphne are hungry! When can we eat?”

“In a minute, sweetie.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago. Seriously Dad, what’s the point of coming to an all-you-can-eat buffet if no one is eating?”

“We will eat, Derek - just as soon as Nora gets here.”

Edwin felt a sharp jab in his foot and glanced up from the dessert menu to look at his brother, who glared at him expectantly - as if he wanted his own input. He looked over at his dad, who was trying to calm a grouchy Marti down and sighed.

“I think I’m gonna go use the washroom,” he said, standing up.

He wasn’t at all surprised when no one acknowledged him and quietly snuck away from the table and headed towards his destination, only to emerge about five minutes later, wiping his hands on his pants (they were out of paper towels!) and was about to make his way back to the table when caught a glimpse of something while passing the buffet table.

A glimpse of her.

The cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. She looked about his age and had short brown hair that just barely reached her shoulders - pinned back with butterfly clips that matched her light blue dress. As he neared her, he noticed that she was looking on at the food in disgust, cringing every so often before moving on to the next choice and doing the same. It wasn’t long before he was in line behind her, grabbing multiple helpings of steak, chicken, pork and just about every other meat product that was available - despite the fact that he was supposed to wait for “Nora”.

He was hungry, damn it!

And he wanted to talk to this really cute girl… but he couldn’t find the right words, so he continued to pile food onto his plate in silence.

“You’re not really going to eat that, are you?”

Speak of the Devil.

Edwin looked up and saw the girl looking at him with a mixture of horror and disgust.

Nothing unusual about that… but she didn’t know that, did she?

So he lied.

“This?” He motioned to the plate and she nodded so he went on, “This isn’t for me… it’s for my brother.”

The girl looked at him skeptically.

“Your brother can’t just get it for himself?” She asked.

“Uh… no.”

That was actually true. It would never even so much as cross Derek’s mind to do something for himself. He had everyone else do it for him.

“Uh… huh…”

She so didn’t buy it, so he quickly changed the subject.

“Uh, so, umm… what’s your name?” He asked.

“Lizzie.” The girl - Lizzie - replied, “What’s yours?”

“Edwin. Edwin Venturi.”


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::END FLASHBACK::

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That was one of the only times Edwin had ever seen Lizzie in a dress, and after finding out that she would eventually be his step-sister… any feelings he’d previously had for her seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth.

Or so he thought.

They had come back. All at once. In a matter of seconds… and all it took was him walking in on her just after a shower - clad in nothing but a towel while droplets of water trickled down her neck, arms and legs.

And now… that’s all he could picture in his mind and in his dreams. Every time he closed his eyes… all he saw was Lizzie.

Lizzie. Lizzie. Lizzie.

24/7.

He was pretty sure he was going to wind up driving himself crazy if these feelings didn’t cease at once. Either that, or someone would eventually find out and he’d be deemed some sort of sick nutcase and be sent far away to some mental institution.

Either way…

Creak.

Edwin looked up and glanced over, just in time to see something slide under his door. Curious, he slid out of bed and walked over, kneeling over to pick up the object - a large brown envelope addressed to him. He furrowed his brow as he brought it back to his bed tore it open, before pulling out a sheet of construction paper and turning it over.

Edwin -

We need to talk. Meet me in the Games Closet at midnight.

- Lizzie

Short and to the point. How utterly Lizzie, he thought.

He glanced over at clock.

In just a few short hours… he’d have to meet up with her. He couldn’t just avoid her - she’d just seek him out anyways. He had to meet her. He had to talk to her.

He had to.


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And that's the end of chapter 3.
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[stephluvvsyou]

AWWW!! Poor Edwin is at such an inner war with himself! Your writing of this has been amazing!! Can't wait to read more!
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[Lady Azura]

Chapter 4 up!

Don't have time to re-post it here, so just click the link!

CNfP - C4
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Chapter 5 is now up!

CNfP - C5

Unfortunately... FFN seems to be really screwy right now. Like I had all these "----" things to indicate a change of scene, right, but when I uploaded it... they weren't there anymore.

So... my apologies if anyone is confused!
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Alright, chapter 6 is now up!

Here's the link!

CNfP - C6

Enjoy. <3
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[SuperKeener]

This story is really well written! It's very young-teenager in its tone. I'll submit a nice long review on ffn.net though, so you'll have some more than simple gushing.

[Lady Azura]

I'm glad you like it! Here's the next chapter!

CNfP - C7

Personally, it irks me. I don't like how I wrote it AND my usual word processor thing isn't working out so I had to upload it onto another and the font and all that is kind of messed up. >.>

Apart from that, though... hopefully, you'll enjoy!
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Author’s Note: Alright, so FFN is being really stupid right now, so I can't post the link just now. Instead, I'll just give you the chapter.

Enjoy!

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Code Names for Puberty
Reverse Psychology

[fanficrulez]

great job Miranda I think it's because of this story i ship lizwin now

Dean
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[Lady Azura]

Alright! Next chapter's up!

CNfP - Ch. 9

Enjoy!~
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Next chapter's up!

CNfP - Ch. 10

~Enjoy!
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~

[Lady Azura]

Next chapter's up!

CNfP - Ch. 11

Enjoy!
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Soul x Maka: My [anime] OTP -- /Never has an unoffical pairing been so blatantly obvious. They're soulmates, I tell you!/

~Lizwin: My Anti-Drug~