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  <title>Rikkai's Second Year Ace, Kirihara Akaya</title>
  <subtitle>It's Okay to Be a Bit Wild, As Long As They Don't Catch You</subtitle>
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    <name>Kirihara Akaya</name>
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  <updated>2004-05-27T01:57:28Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:14904</id>
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    <title>I'm not saying anything</title>
    <published>2004-05-27T01:57:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-27T01:57:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To anyone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:14831</id>
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    <title>Screw Him!!</title>
    <published>2004-05-22T00:28:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-22T00:28:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So we go to the trouble of arranging a tea party (oh... okay, tea CEREMONY) for Sanada-senpai on this, his 15th birthday, and the bastard doesn't even have the courtesy to show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bails after practise, which SUCKED because everyone made plans to stay... except him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yagyuu-senpai tells us that Sanada-senpai's brother called him and told him that Sanada would be... "otherwise engaged" for the rest of the weekend! So Yagyuu says we'll just do it Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like none of us had anything better to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw him! Screw them All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm skipping school tomorrow and going to Tokyo! So there!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:14368</id>
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    <title>Anger Management?</title>
    <published>2004-05-21T10:47:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-21T10:47:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I do not have anger management issues. I express it QUITE clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever thought it was funny to have me signed up for these is going to feel the brunt of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou said it wasn't him, and I believe him. It's too cunning to be Marui, and Sanada isn't that subtle. Yanagi? I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I'm going to be HURTING someone soon...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:14094</id>
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    <title>Sanada, Niou, Yagyuu...</title>
    <published>2004-05-16T00:55:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-16T00:55:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Yukimura talk to any of you? I just saw him, and he's thinking about surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not sure if he's wants it. But... he could end up paralyzed if he doesn't, but the surgery has some risks, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please. Talk to him, I don't know what to say. Why is he telling me this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:13847</id>
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    <title>Presents are something you should be able to return</title>
    <published>2004-05-14T15:14:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-14T15:14:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Niou, what are you trying to tell me? I do not need anymore handcuffs - the joke is old. I thought you were more creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanada's birthday is in a week. Yukimura told me to remind you, and ALSO told me that we were to behave "appropriately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? I'm thinking the handcuffs might come in handy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know when Seigaku is playing Rokkaku? I want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll behave. I need to get out of this insane assylum.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:13678</id>
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    <title>Stupid Hallmark Holiday</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T17:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T17:52:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I forgot Mother's Day. Sheesh. Have a hernia. It's not my fault. Really. You can't expect me to remember everything, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE apparently does. Just because neesan not only gave her flowers but took her out to dinner, I'm now the bad kid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not like it's not the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the tinfoil. I've bought a delightful chocolate liquor cake... it's SO off his diet that eating it will make him have to do an extra 100 laps... but Sanada can't resist chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to lace it with something, but I decided not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO have coerced a first year into.... helping. He's currently designing an oh-so-fashionable tinfoil suit.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:13466</id>
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    <title>Bon appetit</title>
    <published>2004-05-09T15:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-09T15:05:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lunch was ON me. Literally... but on Sanada, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Marui. I despise Niou. And I wish Sanada would just DROP DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one invited Sanada along. It's not like it was a team function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community service... where the hell does he get off thinking he can punish me? But if I do cooperate, he'll get even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:13140</id>
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    <title>It's a beautiful day!</title>
    <published>2004-05-06T20:37:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-06T20:37:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atobe is GONE. Sanada is NOT AROUND HIM, though I think I caught him texting him. But Sanada is NOT ABLE to pay attention to him, so all is right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting Yukimura tomorrow, so everyone can stop NAGGING me about that. I'll even bring him candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Marui and I are doing the banquet thing this weekend. Fun. Fun. Why the hell do I have to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis is ok. My game is as perfect as ever. I need to play someone good... I haven't had a decent match since... well, since I put Echizen in the hospital. But I don't think that counted, because we didn't technically FINISH. So I guess my last decent match was Tachibana, and I put him in the hospital, too... Is he out yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have quieted down about me being Niou's "one true love." They're starting to go back toward him/Yagyuu, which is good, though I do feel sorry for Yagyuu-senpai...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:12998</id>
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    <title>My Senpai, the Role Models</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T19:58:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T19:58:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should have stopped at the frisbee thing, but frankly I found myself rather occupied. My grandmother introduced me to a girl who she thinks is "just perfect" for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY the hell is everyone matchmaking? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took the rest of Saturday to scare her off. I couldn't tell them to shove it, because grandmother was watching, and I do rather like her, but I did make sure I acted as much like my senpai as possible - particularly Marui and Niou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful role models. She couldn't get away quickly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make sure to give her Sanada-senpai's phone number, though. Her name's Yui, and she's cute. And... I think you'll like her, Sanada-senpai. She's into flower arranging. I think that compliments your sword thingy perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oishi-san. Hope your birthday was... fun... and your gifts truly enjoyable.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:12686</id>
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    <title>My senpai are insane</title>
    <published>2004-04-28T02:47:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-28T02:47:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Niou and Yagyuu. Amen. Marui and Yanagi, spare me. Sanada, shove it. Jackal is a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Tokyo this weekend. I've had all I can DEAL WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to do on my to-do list is figure out how to get Atobe OUT of Sanada's life. That should be easiest... he hasn't been around that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I rather suck at long-range planning. And I think slugging Atobe wouldn't work, and Atobe is supposed to be nearly as good as Sanada, so trying to take him out with tennis is a no-go, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:12347</id>
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    <title>Back to Basics</title>
    <published>2004-04-25T15:49:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-25T15:49:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's time to get back to basics. Reprioritize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My game has been off, and while I doubt anyone can beat me, it could effect my performance in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not content with my tennis level - a real player always gets better and improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to eliminate the distractions, and focus on what's important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions to eliminate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou and Yagyuu's love triangle with me - how the HELL did Niou pull this off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yukimura. We're going to have a talk and settle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengoku. Not sure how to get him to stop pestering me, but it WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family. I figure if I start staying out later, I can avoid them. The library's open till 10 p.m., and I think I might look into spending weekends in Tokyo for the foreseeable future.... my grandparents could care less about what I get up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanada. Atobe has GOT to go. Will think on that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:12266</id>
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    <title>Sleepily We Roll Along...</title>
    <published>2004-04-23T14:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-23T14:58:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just want a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Parental Units are annoying. They are so lovey-dovey that I told them to bug off and they decided we needed bonding time, and by the time that finishes its late, and i do have homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I contrary to what most people believe, I do do my homework.... otherwise I'd get kicked off. Specially since my disciplinary record isn't that shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to Yukimura since the incident with Fudoumine. I just don't want to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust him. I can't trust anyone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:11935</id>
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    <title>Matters on the Homefront</title>
    <published>2004-04-20T12:02:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-20T12:02:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Father is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently mother tracked him down after... the incident a few weeks back and told him he needed to be back. And since he was in one of his "father knows best" modes, he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent till 1 a.m. last night "bonding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to kill something right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE the mess Niou started now? I think you should reprimand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to ask that if you can pry yourself away from your honey bunny today if you'd have time to help me with my backhand. I think I lost a bit of edge while on vacation.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:11599</id>
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    <title>When it Rains, it pours</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T17:51:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T17:51:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is talking about seeing if I should transfer to a school that looks more toward boys with "special needs." In other words, crazies. I am not happy about this, needless to say. She's taking me in for a "chat" (i.e. an evaluation) tomorrow, so I will be missing school... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not crazy. I merely have a unique perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou, your fanclub president wants to meet us. I said no. She said she has something VERY INTERESTING to show us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said YOU would talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagyuu... you might want to come along and keep Niou in line. Since my mother is keeping me out of school on Monday, I think you'll have to do it. Well, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really going on. Waiting to see if we get to defeat Seigaku or Rokkaku. My understanding is Seigaku has the edge... would be good. Wanna play the brat again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:11458</id>
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    <title>Fangirls</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T01:54:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-14T01:54:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We have way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's YOUR fault. One of them offered money if we would do a reprise so she could take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another asked if I was uke or seme or if we switched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIOU! YOU started this, FIX it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Niou's keeper, please think of something to sort things out. The restraining order is a start but more is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy in my class offered to "comfort" me when Yagyuu and/or Niou dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GAY!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:11116</id>
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    <title>I'm Not Christian... and Now I Know Why</title>
    <published>2004-04-12T00:05:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-12T00:05:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I get up this morning and my mother has decided that my recent sabatical from school requires... bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dragged me to &lt;i&gt;church&lt;/i&gt;. We're not even Christian. I made a comment about how amazing it was the place didn't fall in when I walked in and an elderly lady &lt;i&gt;patted me on the head&lt;/i&gt; and said she'd add me to her prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention this was a sunrise service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was ecumenical, and I kinda started to doze. My mother elbowed me quite hard, and I kinda swore at her. Unfortunately, I happened to say it rather loudly, at one of the opportune pauses where people are comptemplating the meaning of death or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They threw me out. My mother was nearly in tears... I've never seen her THAT upset before. She called me a devilish child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was a demon, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually laughed at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused. Sanada and Atobe... is not right. I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; put a stop to it. They're always telling me I need to be more responsible. Well... guess what? I'm going to take responsibility for THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen Yukimura once since... and I don't think I'm going back. He's made his position clear - now it's my turn. I do not need him. I need no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengoku needs to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niou needs to go back to being my slightly crazy senpai, not the slightly crazy would-be boyfriend. The fangirls are going &lt;i&gt;nuts&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagyuu... seems tired of it all, and I can't blame him. Maybe he's the only sane one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very tired of this whole mess. Why can't everything just be tennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Echizen checked out. Hope you get better, brat. You owe me a full match.</content>
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    <title>redeyedpsycho @ 2004-04-10T13:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-10T17:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-10T17:31:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever think you shouldn't have gotten out of bed in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed Niou... voluntarily. I thought it'd get him to back off, but in retrospect it's only going to make things worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Sengoku finds out, I am so &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:10592</id>
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    <title>What the HELL?</title>
    <published>2004-04-09T15:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-09T15:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...I caught up on the journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the HELL do you think you're doing??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from Rikkai and anyone on its team, or else I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; not play nice anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not happy about the whole Yukimura thing... but Sanada is a cheating bastard. I would tell Yukimura, but we're not really talking and even if we were I think it'd hurt him to know that Sanada is like that, but I do know that I want to rip Sanada's throat out because he's a bastard and he's going to hurt Yukimura and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atobe. It's all his fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have practice this afternoon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:10492</id>
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    <title>Team visit to the hospital</title>
    <published>2004-04-09T01:12:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-09T01:12:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Niou, Sanada and I visited the hospital today. Yukimura was in good spirits... he mentioned the Seigaku brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echizen, leave him ALONE. I know Tezuka is rumored to have the personality of a slug, and Yukimura is much more charming, but that's no reason to harass Rikkai's buchou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw Yukimura since... and I... can't talk to him like before. I don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make some time to read through the back journals and see what was going on while I was away.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2004-04-08T01:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-08T01:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I talked to Echizen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized. A deal is a deal, I'm back at practice tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never said what I had to apologize &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:redeyedpsycho:9732</id>
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    <title>Bunch of Hypocrits</title>
    <published>2004-03-30T01:32:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-30T01:32:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're all a bunch of hypocrits. What's the point in playing tennis if you don't play to WIN Bunch of pansies. It's a risk you accept, every time you step on the court. If you can't play with the best, you should all just quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like my style, then beat me in a game. I play according to the rules. No where do I break them. Deal with it, you bunch of wussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanada, you're just a fucking hypocrit. I don't see you after your friend Atobe for destroying Tezuka's arm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is taking the time to consider the facts of the case: Tennis is about winning. I won. If someone gets hurt, then it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of techniques we play that may injure a less skilled player. Hadoukyu, drive shots, twist serves, dunk smash... all of these can injure a player that is not able to withstand the force of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAL WITH IT. ECHIZEN RYOMA AND TACHIBANA KIPPEI JUST AREN'T UP TO MY LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing Yukimura tomorrow and he'll at least listen to me.</content>
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    <title>What a weekend!</title>
    <published>2004-03-29T01:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-29T01:09:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two in twenty-four hours. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say one thing, he's a tough little bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the sound of the bone breaking was louder than his reaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... interesting. I've never actually BROKEN anyone's bone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in so much shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Sanada is right. I might need to start thinking things through a bit more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. If the board finds out, they're going to kick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, kaasan is looking at me funny. She said I was pale, asked if I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempting as it is to play sick and stay home... not doing that. No way am I avoiding them, because if I do, it'll be my fault, and it's not my fault, because this is the way tennis is - you step on the court and you accept the risks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I managed to play innocent, and Echizen, to his credit, played it off as an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta respect that. He sees it the way I do - it's the price of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he's going to get back at me later. LET HIM TRY! I'll... I don't know what I'll do, but I'll do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I meant to hurt him that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's it... I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never mattered before, but people are going to start looking at me way too closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tachibana I could care less about. Echizen... I should have been more careful. He's going to be around next year, too, unless I damaged him too bad, and he's going to be my main rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else even approaches my level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, Sanada is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... worse yet. He'll tell Yukimura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Echizen was taken to the same hospital as Yukimura?</content>
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    <title>Busy today!</title>
    <published>2004-03-28T15:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-28T15:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got a light practice match today. Don't expect to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senpai, if you need me, I'll have my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Echizen Ryoma will be more challenging than Tachibana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubting it.</content>
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    <title>We won</title>
    <published>2004-03-28T04:15:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-28T04:15:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carried my opponent off the court on a stretcher. Second time that's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid fool should have resigned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was more fun that way. There's nothing like deconstruction someone and showing just &lt;i&gt;how far they have to go&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He. They told me he was national level. Could've fooled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say Niou and Yagyuu? You could have gotten us disqualified today for letting Niou play under Yagyuu's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, stupids. How would you explain THAT to Yukimura?</content>
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    <title>Taking it to the Court!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T19:40:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T19:40:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YES!!  Finally a match tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dizzy with excitement. It's been so long since I've had a good match... I'm not allowed to say our match order, for fear of a Foudomine player SPYING on us, but I will be playing. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudoumine shouldn't be a problem. I don't care about all the attention they're getting, no upstart is going to take us out. I bet we win in straight matches... straight games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I figured out Sengoku CHEATED on our bet. He went and got himself hit by a car... sheesh. The length some guys will go to to win.  I think I'll just send him a pizza as a prize... with pineapple, pepperoni and anchovies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you Sunday. Come alone, if Sanada finds out, he'll kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you PLEASE do something about your fangirls? They're talking about forming a joint club with mine to help "promote" our relationship. Well, half of them... the other half are forming a joint club with Yagyuu-senpai's and trying to protect your relationship with HIM... and they're making me miserable! I found my locker jammed shut with gum today... well, that could have been Marui-senpai, but I think it was them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET THEM OFF MY BACK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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