Lives in Brick and Stone

Title: Lives in Brick and Stone
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: too many to list. Quite a bit of OTP.
Warnings: this is based off of an AU world. The characters within are nothing like the characters in the original series or the anime. One chapter has excessive swearing. All chapters except from prologue and epilogue have male/male pairings.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I do not own any of the characters within. I am writing this without the knowledge and permission of the creator of the series and the manga. I did not write this for money and mean to make no profit from the posting of this fic.
Authors Note: this was writing for NaNoWriMo….I won


Prologue: the Author

It was insane. She had a thousand other things she needed to do. There were other stories to write and work to go to. There were online games to play. There were a billion other things that should have taken precedence. But he had taken the challenge. She was going to write fifty thousand words if it killed her.

She had been roped in so easily into this task. The author had always loved to write. She had written a great many things in her time. She had her stories all over the internet. She had it on an adult sight. She always wrote for adult sights. Her works just didn’t belong in places that little kids could readily see. But this was something she had only heard of before. It was something she had thought of doing but had never done.

She had never done so because she had a million other things to write. Even as she talked to a friend of hers over the web, she had three or four other stories that had already taken a back seat. She hadn’t written on them in forever. They were sitting on the adult sight unfinished. The chapters just stopping. Other chapters planned out but yet to be written. She just didn’t’ feel like writing. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the time. It was more the motivation. They were her stories and she could write them when she got to them.

There were other places that needed her writing to. She had forums and role playing sights that needed her attention. There were characters that had grown so strong in her mind that they nearly had a life of their own. Though some of the places had taken a back seat to her other activities, she still went back to them often to post as her characters. Those accelerated writing role playing game forums were her outlet for writing and she had many friends who didn’t even know she was even a girl. Those friends loved her original characters and her writing style. She would feel terrible if she neglected them much longer.

There were the live journal writings too. The writer played three characters in one game and two in a second and had been toying around with picking up a third in that second game, or even finding a new one. But these characters weren’t her original creation. They were from an anime series she had started watching years ago but only recently sat down to finish the series. Even as she wrote, she still had twelve episodes of the series left to watch, plus the OVAs of the series. Then there was also anime club, with new things to watch and her old favorites lined up on the shelves looking to be re-watched for a third or fourth time.

The author could still watch those. She could sit on her laptop. She could freeze the video screen onto there computer on one side and watch while she typed on the other. So she could at least do that. But there was one large problem. One that didn’t even involve things like watching her favorite shows. It was what to write. She had so many great ideas but she didn’t think anything she thought of would ever reach the word mark. She had taken the challenge and really didn’t have any idea of where to go with it.

But then the idea hit her. Why not a group of short stories? That would be easier than a full blown novel. With small novellas, the author could keep going with one idea until she had exhausted herself and then just finish that story and move onto another story and another character. It might just work. Because the one thing she wanted more than anything was to get this finished. But she also wanted to put up something quality. The author didn’t believe in this quantity over quality. No. She wanted quality too. And so, she took the idea and she ran with it.

At first it came easy to her. There was a lot of good ideas she could run with. There were stories started over online games that needed to be continued. And though it might have been fun to continue them with the people she had started to play those character concepts with, those wonderful people she wrote with were busy with their own stories. That was the problem with authors who knew other authors. They were busy with their own words. Writing their stories and messing with their own plotlines. So instead, she took the ideas and then ran with them all on her own.

And so she started writing. She started with pen and paper. So, she turned on her laptop and started writing the first of many stories.