There was an article this morning in Wired news about the
(seemingly) new prominence of 'Slash' fics on the web.

(http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,1284,38484,00.html)

Of course the words 'Yaoi' or 'Yuri' were never used since the
article was much more interested on Trek fics or stories about
Buffy and Xena than anime or manga fics, but the article set a
rather positive tone for one of the most... ahem...
*misunderstood* genres of fanfiction. In response, Furinkan.Net
somewhat shamefacedly presents:


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Slash Fics We'd
Rather Not See:

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Ranma 1/2: Master and Student

    Ranma stared deeply into the eyes of the one who was his
tormentor, the thorn in his side. His mouth curled into a defiant
grimace, the fires of his passion finally ignited after all these
months. To easily defeat his opponent was no longer enough; Ranma
had reached the point where he must posses... touch... feel...
taste...

    "This isn't over," Ranma declared, struggling at the
leather bonds that held him against the dojo wall.

    "Of course not, China-boy," Happosai taunted, his hot ki
rising off his diminutive naked body in waves. "Not until you
call me master, ingrate!"

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YEEEEeeewwwwww....

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Shin Seiki Evangelion: The Men in Charge


    As the two men watched Eva Unit 01 tear into the fourty-
second angel on the wide-screen holographic display, Gendou
couldn't help but suppress a grin, hidden beneath his folded
hands.

    "So, my friend," Kozou Fyutski intoned quietly behind him.
"This is all a part of your plan, is it?"

    "Of course, Kozou. This is *all* according to plan."

    "Mm..." Fyutski answered. God, it made him so hot when
Gendou acted so mysterious. "Just like I am, I suppose."

    "Of course," Gendou said, sparing a rare glance back at the
older man. "I couldn't do... *any* of this without you."

    "After the debriefing?" Kozou suggested as Eva Unit 01 bit
the head off the offending seraph in the holo-display.

    "My quarters," Gendou stated. "Bring the whipped cream."

    "What about Dr. Akagi?"

    "Oh, I'm certain she'll be... *busy* with Rei."

    "Ah."

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Gendou, you bastard!!!!

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Hime-chan no Ribbon: Red Ribbon Diaries


    "Chappi!" Erika called out. "Chappi?"

    "Here I am, Mistress!" her enchanted flying broom called
out, fading into existence right in front of her. "Mistress! Your
hair!"

    "I've cut if off again," Erika explained. "Do you like it?"

    "But... but why, Mistress?"

    "It's my father," Erika replied darkly. "He's decided that
I *have* to get married before my nineteenth birthday."

    "But that's only a few days away!"

    "I know," Erika replied. "So that's why I've changed my
appearance. I'm running away."

    "To Earth?" Chappi guessed.

    Erika nodded, gently gripping the broom's shaft. "I... I
just don't think I'm going to find what I'm looking for here.
Maybe... Maybe I can find love on Earth."

    Meanwhile, Himeko lay fuming in her dorm room. Why? Why did
that jerk Daichi have to be such a monumental flirt? And with
Hikaru Hibino of all people. She'd show him. She'd go flirt with
Sei or something. Better yet, she'd catch him in the act, using
her magical transformation ribbon.

    Who was she kidding. It was no use, and it was pointless to
use her magical items for such a vengeful task. If only Erika
were there, she could tell Himeko how to handle the situation.

    Suddenly, there was a popping sound, and a woman with short
blonde hair like Himeko's... *just* like Himeko's, popped into
existence just inside her dorm room.

    "Erika?"

    "Hime-chan!"

    "It's so good to see you!" Himeko shouted, her prayers
finally answered. She stopped, however, once she saw the look of
need and despair in Erika's eyes over her forced smile.

    Suddenly, Himeko felt a similar welling of need... of
desire... rising up inside her own breast.

    "Oh Himeko," the magical princess sobbed out, reaching out
and embracing her friend just a little too tightly.
    
    "Oh... Oh, Erika!" Himeko replied, suddenly savoring the
feeling of the other woman's body against her own...

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Hmmm... Actually, this one might not be that bad.... @_@;

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I'm a bad kid. Somebody send me to my room without supper.

Yes, I know there are only 18 angels.

C.
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C. Jones - guilty@furinkan.net
http://www.furinkan.net

Watashi ha ultra-relakusu!