Aeyra

10 and 14 were good. I thought 11 was TERRIBLE though. Only DC movie I couldn't watch the whole way through.

Changed my mind. I could listen to 'Always' for twenty-four hours straight and not get sick of it. (has done it for five hours.)

Does it really matter? 'Top 20' is really just a general thing.

That's a lot of onions.... O.O I'm too lazy to use them. Thanks for the hope thing... I just really wanted to talk to someone. He never actually said names, and I do have hope, I just didn't want to tell my friends because then they'd be all... ... Well, what friends should do, but I don't really want their pity. Like, his friend looked back at me and said, 'Right?' cuz he noticed i was watching, but then they left for their next class...

Pretty good. Still needs improvement though. As for photoshop, you'll need to ink it in. *laughs* If you want the program, you can download it at adobe's website. adobe.com

Thanks!

Thanks! I'll try to post something new next weekend. (I have plenty of uncolored drawings.)

Cute!

Just lightly blend them together. I use 'liquify' or 'smudge' on photoshop.

I'll say something about it. I was drinking at the water fountain after gym class and i heard him talking to his friend about confessing to someone, and from the sounds of it, it wasn't me. And today, he was talking a lot to a particular girl, though if it's her he hasn't said anything yet. It would spread through the school like wildfire. I haven't told my friends because they'll just plain old pity me and I don't want that. I have some hope, but not much. I just feel kinda lonely.

Basically speaking, this thing is animated and it'll 'shift' from phase to phase. It's done in photoshop format, so if the eye looks shakily done, I drew it with a laptop, no mouse. I think it's an okay tutorial. Hope this helps people!

*It took a while, but here it is, Part 4. (I almost posted part 5 by accident...) Not much comment, except I wish I could have put in more detail. It doesn't seem long enough to me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!* Heiji's POV "Why can't this damn piece of tin move faster," I murmur angrily under my breath as the taxi cab seems to inch through the busy streets. "Idiotic thing." I'm so glad I'm in college now- this way I don't have to deal with my parents every time I step out of the house. I probably should inform my mom and dad that I'm running off to Tokyo, but will I? Fuck, no! What's the point in calling if all they'll do is rant? Sighing, I fidget as I look out the window. How can I possibly be calm and patient when Kudo wants to see me? Wants me to come over? My pants feel almost uncomfortably tight as I visualize his face, the pale, peach skin, his arrogant smirk, and those charming blue eyes. There's no point of fighting it anymore- I figured that out approximately ten minutes ago. I'm officially in love with Kudo. Otherwise known as "I'm a gay freak". Hey, Kazuha dumped me and no girl has stood out enough to catch my eye. Who managed to ensnare me in their grasps, however unknowingly? That's right, Kudo. We're so similar, him and I. Girlfriends who dumped us, snarky personalities, unbelievable intelligence (hey, it's not bragging if it's true.), and we're both detectives. It was how we first met. Because we are detectives. That first time has left the greatest impression on me. It was when I met Kudo Shinichi, not Edogawa Conan, and witnessed his skills- equal, if not greater, to mine. It intrigued me to see such a brilliant guy who was the same as me. Sure I'd heard of him and came over to have a deduction match but that went way beyond my expectations. His explanation was perfect. Heck, he was perfect. Flawless looks, and to me, a perfect attitude. He taught me things I could have never discovered on my own- that there's no higher or lower in solving crimes, that letting someone commit suicide after admitting they had murdered someone was murder in itself. That crime-solving isn't a game; that it's to bring peace to the friends and family of victims, to give them the truth they deserve. He taught me true friendship. Don't get me wrong; Kazuha will always be a great friend. But, she was always a level or two behind me in everything. School, kendo, intelligence, there was almost nothing on which the playing field was even. Kudo on the other hand I can consider a rival in almost all those things: academics, brains, athletics, plus deductions. Is it a surprise that I'm crazy obsessed over him? "Sir, we've arrived at the airport," calls the taxi driver who actually managed to get here about a half hour before my departure. That's barely enough time, but if I try hard enough, it should be a snap. Tossing the fare at the driver plus a small tip out of courtesy, I grab my duffel bag and hop out. After pondering everything a bit more, I start thinking that I loved Kudo from the beginning. How my heart would always start beating faster when he was around, how much more lightheaded and happier I would feel... I had always credited these emotions to the murder, or excitement from whatever we doing. Now I'm pretty sure it was all due to seeing Kudo, even trapped as a little kid. (that doesn't make me a pedophile as well, does it....?) I did like Kazuha, liked her a lot, but comparing my love for her to my (cough, still trying to get completely used to my new-er, whatchamacallit- sexual orientation.) for Kudo, there's quite a difference. Something I can't believe I haven't noticed before. Thinking back on it, I can't recall a single time where Kazuha really made me feel happy. A time where I was truly myself, truly happy with her. She was always standing on the sidelines, just an onlooker who happened to be a childhood friend. Guess it felt like it was only proper to like her. Even the times where I had to save her, like when I almost accidentally fell off a cliff (I'll read signs more carefully next time.) to when we were kidnapped together, it wasn't romantic love that caused me to want to save her. It was just knowing if I let go of her hand, if I let that lady shoot the gun, I would lose my older sister. Kazuha-neechan. That's what she was to me. Always looking after me when I was an irresponsible child, always watching me proudly as a teenager. I wanted to make her proud, make my neechan smile, but I never had any extreme fantasies. Sure I imagined kissing her once or twice; however, I'm pretty sure that's natural for a guy my age. Though, those visions were never lined with white-hot fire, gentle, yet burning passion, and the need to-ugh, not even going to go there. TMI even for me, the dreamer. I didn't want to lose my older sister to another guy, but like a brother should, I got over her new boyfriend pretty quickly. More quickly than let's say (cough) Kudo. The fact that neechan (I mean Mouri this time) started dating that Hondou guy really shook him up. He had really, strongly believed he and neechan would end up together in the end. It was what gave him his invincible fighting spirit. "Sir, your boarding pass please?" asks a lady dressed as a stewardess- wait, she is a stewardess-as she looks at me somewhat dubiously. "Hmm?" I notice that it's already lying in my dark cinnamon hand and give it over to her. I really zoned out there. Wonder how I got past security... The first thing that hits me when I enter the plane is the insane drop in temperature. Not all of us like living in freaking Antarctica! Sheesh, what do they think we are, penguins? My seat is in the economy class, a last minute booking so it's obviously a center seat. Great, I get to be surrounded on both sides by complete strangers. Sighing, I take out the stuff I want from my duffel bag (A.K.A. MP3 player, headphones, yeah, you get the point) when I reach my seat. I'm the first one in my aisle to arrive, so there's plenty of space in the storage above. That's good; the duffel bag actually takes up quite a bit of space. I plug in my headphones and put them on as I settle into my seat, setting the volume blaring high as to scare away all thoughts of anything. It's pretty hard to concentrate through the thunder of drums and screeching of guitars, and that's how I like it. Nothing but the sound of (rock) music, drowning all other thoughts as it pounds through my head. I close my eyes; tap my foot to the beat, 1-2-1-2-1-2.... And then someone barrels into me at the shoulder. Nope, exaggeration, it was just a nudge. While I look up, annoyed and hearing impaired, the man mouthes the words, "Can I get in?" I probably seem really rude right now, but I draw back my legs and let him get in. He doesn't say thank you. Can't blame him- I didn't even take off my headphones to hear him talk. Soon enough, the other guy arrives. Luckily, no hassle for rude, selfish me because he's got the aisle seat. A flight attendant comes around and kindly tells me to shut off my electronic devices. Sighing reluctantly, I pull out the headphones and power off the MP3. Stupid rules. I was just getting to my favorite song. And taking out the distraction just literally invites all my unwanted thoughts to my mind's front door. Whoops! Let me answer it. And what's here? Only a battle with a part of my brain that's trying to keep me from going gay (couple hours too late pal! Scratch that, make it a few years!), infuriating thoughts of Kazuha and Akira, more protective than jealous, and most of all, Kudo. Of course. Who else has become the dead center of my messed up life?! The piece of me who has always adored him nags at me, asking for a favor. It- no I- wants to say his first name. Shinichi. No longer informal 'plain-old-friends', but more intimately, intimacy being the key word. You can't have romance without it, right? With a pause, I sigh, thinking, a.) That'll feel so weird, not to mention he'll probably call me out on it and b.) I'm so sick for even thinking about what I should be calling absolute bullshit! Somehow through the convoluted jungle of my brain, I hear the words from overhead: "Use of electronics is now allowed." Thank goodness- I'm dying over here. Plopping on my headphones and turning on the MP3 player, I instinctively hit the shuffle button. I never care about what I listen to as long as it's loud. But somehow, classical music has wormed its way into the device. Also with its own little bugs. Stupid thing's stuck on repeat. And it's not working. God dammit! I wanted to listen to something that would kill my fricking eardrums! I would take them off, but I discover violins and electric guitars are not that different in their abilities to ward off my 'demons'. It's more peaceful than all-consuming, and I let myself focus on the individual instruments, the smooth, ceaseless chatter of the violins, the low rumble of basses, the soft, high pitched whispers of flutes, like flitting birds. I unwind, stretching out a little, careful not to touch any of the surrounding people. Let the gentle music, like magic, whisk me away. Let it take me to darkness... So dark, it's almost scary even though I'm already twenty one. A chilly wind blows from behind me, freezing me from head to toe. I can feel ground beneath my bare feet, and it's as frozen as the air. Aren't I supposed to be on the airplane? Not in this winter-like wasteland? Slowly, in the empty nothingness, the monotone shade of black softens to gray, and the gray to a pale pink, the color of a sunrise. I can see my surroundings now- a quiet beach, the nearly inaudible sounds of crashing waves emanating from the side, dark gray rocks washed to a light stone as the sun shines overhead, yet the sky still displays the hue of morning though the sun's position speaks of noon. The cold wind turns warmer, a zephyr, forming in the west, in the opposite direction of the light. I look down, see pearly white grains of sand beneath my feet, feel the unique, almost crunchy texture as I adjust my feet, letting it drift into the cracks between my light caramel toes. Reminded of footprints I look to the right, the left, see absolutely nothing. I am alone here. There isn't even a single bird, cawing out its off-tune squawk, wading on the water or on the rocks. Perfect soliloquy. Then, I sense small fingers grasping my hand, seeming as delicate as flower petals. Like if I squeezed just a tiny bit, they would shatter like glass. I hear a high-pitched, childish "Heiji-niichan!" and immediately know who is next to me. Conan- no Kudo. Looking down, his bright sapphire eyes are glowing with enthusiasm, clothes slightly ruffled, along with his untidy chocolate bangs, giving his tiny figure the impression of messiness. He has a wide smile on his face, one that almost seems to stretch from ear to ear, almost invisible crimson blush on his cheeks. I feel my own heart-thudding nervousness arrive as my emerald eyes meet his ocean-colored irises, a definitely bright-red rush of blood flooding my face. "K-Kudo," I stutter out, trying my best to sound normal and disastrously failing. Probably should toss my facade, but I'm worried he doesn't want to see the new, weird-doesn't-cover-it me. What if doesn't accept me, throw me aside as both lover and best friend? Tells me to get away from him? Child he may be right now, but it doesn't change his aura, confidence, strength, and courage that I'll never be able to come close to. "What's up, Hattori?" His voice is deeper, changing to the tone he reserves for me and a few other people. His teenage tone. I'm afraid to answer, frightened at the possibility of messing up (I am messed up), and the fact that his hand is locked firmly in mine doesn't help one bit. Nor is the fact that his leg is brushing against mine, firm despite its puny size. Why did I have to wear jeans? "Nothing much on my part. Except-" I hesitate, wanting to continue and at the same time regretting that I ever said 'except'. "Except what, Hattori?" Suddenly, Kudo isn't a child anymore, his too-big spectacles disappearing, limbs and torso elongating, voice instantly much deeper, a young adult. He's still shorter than me by one or two inches, so my gaze remains angled downwards, examining those piercing, never-changing blue eyes, ones that are directed right at me. I cough, stare away from him, resist the urge to turn back, feel his warm fingers entwined with mine, his leg pressed against mine as we start walking, leaving a trail of prints behind us. Start it cool, then we can get hotter, I think. "Kudo, do you mind if I call you Shinichi? You can call me Heiji if you want to- I just thought that because we're best friends it'd be okay to address each other using our first names and that-" I stop myself before I start blabbering more useless nonsense, wait anxiously for his response, the split second stretching out into ours. "Fine by me, Heiji." I love the way my name slips off his tongue, the way his lips part as he forms the word, the static electricity I sense around me-us. Okay Heiji, next step. "Ku-Shinichi," I start, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, crossing the fingers of my left hand, the one that isn't wrapped around (breathe you idiot!) Shinichi's. "How would you react if I told you that I've fallen in love with you?" Can't believe I had the guts to say it. He raises one eyebrow skeptically, as if processing my question, then looks back. "Hypothetically speaking?" he answers, half-laughing, half-smirking. "Yeah, we can go with that." So far so good, no total spaz attack, no backing up, and no get-me-away-from-this-freak expression. "Then hypothetically speaking, what would you do?" "Well first," he says, speaking with a sweet, honey-like voice, laced with an air of deviousness and mystery. "I would smile like this." He shows me a grin, more like a held-back snicker than a true smile. "And then I would do this." He shakes his hand out of my hold, and sidles up to me, fingers now touching the sides of my arms as if ready to pin them to my torso. He looks up, his sparkling cat eyes giving it a seductive feel, and blows his sweet, minty breath over my face. "Shinichi? W-what're you doing?" I say, shocked at his actions, my entire body burning with embarrassment. He leans in a little, shifts one arm to press against the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. "Quiet Heiji, or you'll miss the grand finale," he whispers into my ear, the air tickling the side of my face, shifting locks of chocolate, before pressing his soft lips hungrily to mine. His tongue is a ravenous snake, plunging into mine, and I respond with torrid passion of my own. Almost unconsciously, I reach for his waist, start pulling apart his shirt, hearing the satisfactory rip of thread and dropping buttons. My brain fries out the moment I try to think, I feel like I'm lost in a dream... That's the answer, isn't it? I'm freaking dreaming. No wonder he's the one kissing me. Not the other way around. A subconscious is supposed to grant wishes, but wishes aren't supposed to play with a person like this. But- it feels real. Shinichi draws away, a satisfied smile on his face, dark aqua eyes unreadable. "Any other questions you'd like answered hypothetically?" "Sir, wake up, sir." Someone's pushing me, waking me out of my slumber. "We've arrived at Tokyo." Tokyo. This is where Shinichi is. I don't believe in fortunes and premonitions, but I hope my over-the-top dream was a good omen, not the foretelling of a living nightmare. Logic and reasoning aren't going to help me much here. As they say, 'All's fair in love and war'. Why can't there be some kind of manual without a cheesy title like 'Ten Ways to Win Over Mr. Right' or things of the sort? It would make this tons easier. Grunting, I get up, grab my duffel bag from the overhead department and get in the reasonably fast line for exiting the airplane. The moment I exit the gate, I'm treated to the nearly overwhelming hustle and bustle of Narita International Airport. Of course I land in the busiest terminal, right? At least there are no security checks for getting out of the airport. I check my cell phone, which I conveniently left in the pocket of my duffel bag, and find a text from Shinichi. Professor Agasa's coming to pick you up. Can you tell me which flight you were? -Kudo Shinichi I type the characters onto my QWERTY keyboard, '257A for Japan Air' and hit send. I watch as the virtual envelope flies off of the screen, and walk towards the exit of the terminal, feeling as if I'm following it. The smells of greasy airport food enter my nose, wafted from various fast food restaurants. My grumbling stomach reminds me that I haven't eaten for almost five hours, having skipped lunch in my hurry. It's only five now, and it might be a while until dinner... Shinichi's house is almost an hour from the airport. Might as well. I step into a line for a hamburger joint, and then ask for a burger and fries. And a coke- not diet. Hey, I'm hungry, okay? I don't care if I'm still having dinner later. I recheck the time of Shinichi's text, take note that it was sent about a half hour ago. I still have a whole thirty minutes to just sit here and chew the oily beef and crunchy potatoes. Yum, the aromatic flavor of 100% artificial flavoring. Okay, it's not that bad. If it was, this place would never have survived. Sighing, I take a huge bite of the sandwich and almost instantly a warm spurt of ketchup splashes onto my hands. The same ones that had been holding Shinichi's not so long ago in a dream- that glorious moment. Funny how quickly I've adjusted to using that name instead. Shinichi, instead of Kudo. My dream has given me the courage to think it, but I seriously wonder how I'll fare once I have to say it. I'll probably end up stuttering again. I somehow doubt the real Shinichi would react as well as his dream version. He's not a player, and definitely not a gay one. Wouldn't smile so seductively, wouldn't talk with that apathetic, teasing tone. Wouldn't wrap his strong hands around my arms, ensnaring me in more ways than one, and most of all, wouldn't lean in and kiss me- kiss me. I don't care if it was a dream. I could feel it, his lips, his tongue, the electricity coursing through the humid beach air, the cool sand underneath our feet, the warmth of his fingers clasped around me. He had looked so beautiful, tiny drops of condensation sitting on the tips of his messy bangs, glittering in the morning light, eyes simmering with an enigmatic passion. An ideal prince. Before I know it, the meal has disappeared before my eyes, having been stuffed down my throat during my little (how do you even describe it?) rant. Probably not the right word, but I'll call it 'binging for comfort purposes'. Once again, I should have brought sweat pants. Darn- now that I've finished my evening (I should stop fooling myself.) dinner, I have nothing to do. Sure I could listen to music again, but the only entertainment that classical piece will give me is sleep and lack of thought. After so much of that, I really wish I hadn't forgotten to pack a book or something. I look around the vendors; notice that some of things they're selling I could give to Shinichi. A cute little gift can't hurt anyone; after all, I haven't seen him in over a month... Sipping my soda, I walk around some more, peek around more extravagant vendors. (extravagant meaning airport extravagant.) I decide on entering a liquor store- after all, we're finally of drinking age. Might as well. I think a drink would do me some good. I select a good-quality bottle of dry Vermouth, the one thing I'm sure Shinichi won't mind drinking. Gin, vodka, pinot noir, cognac, they'd just freak him out. He always seems high-strung when I mention anyone besides the famous actress who granted them access into the Organization, spread out all of the top members with a trail of false info as bait, and helped lead the attack. She had infiltrated the security systems and fixed them up as to not react to intruders, and even ran prerecorded videos on the cameras to keep the F.B.I. and the two little 'kids' hidden. The plan she had organized was a huge success, toppling piece after piece once the main base had been taken over. Casualties on our side were few- far less than theirs. I personally took part in the underground war when they focused their attention on the Osaka base. Using a shotgun to defend myself, I managed to injure their leader after a day of fire and no results. It turned the tide of our losing battle. It had taken six months to completely obliterate them, Shinichi having to 'disappear' the entire time seeing that if he was killed, we would lose our silver bullet. He had lead each attack with terrifying fury, never killing, but only crippling the people who had ruined his life and ripped it into pieces. Of course he was hurt from time to time; he had to spend about a fifth of his time in the hospital recovering from various gun and bomb wounds. Seriously, I have no idea how he survived without permanent injury. When it was time for the final showdown, he rained down on them with unmatched power, overwhelming at least ten Organization agents by himself, leaving them in their unconscious states to the mercy of the rest of us. He was still small at the time, using a small hand gun and multiple projectiles launched from his power shoes to take down his opponents. You couldn’t even imagine the expression on their faces when they realized the onslaught was lead by an elementary school kid. I felt like laughing out loud. Until bullets hit me of course. I don’t think a single person escaped a bullet wound, and an unlucky few were killed during the battles. Luckily, it was minor, but I was sent back to Osaka anyways despite my protests. Shinichi on the other hand got to stay the entire time even though his injuries were at least ten times worse than mine. Lucky git. However, unlike Ran-neechan, Kazuha accepted what I had done and forgiven me for my sudden disappearance from college. She met me in the hospital and we exchanged a multitude of questions and answers about them, about everything. At the time, I had thought I’d achieved my happy ending. Looks can be misleading, I think. Six months later, everything has changed…. Well, I’d better be heading for my fairytale ending now, I muse as I wait for my phone to signal the Professor’s arrival. Otherwise, I might just end up like Shinichi… *Please comment. And remember, no flaming the coupling! You either like HeiShin or you don't! (or you're like Pyre. Complaint: HeiShin... =_= Quoted straight from her! And she was the one who volunteered as a beta...)

Did it take you an hour to write that? *confused* There's a lot of spelling mistakes... Do you run it through spell check? I think you need to make the story clearer... I'm currently rewriting my stories as well and making chapters longer. Perhaps you should do that too.

Did I not comment on this yet? Oops... Meant to, but I never had time to. Let's see.. criticism? For helpful tips I can say: 1. Her face seems a little... strange. It's not as even as it could be. Try and make it more symmetrical. 2. Mouth. It's oddly placed. It seems to be a little sideways. Look at yourself in the mirror and draw your expressions. Sounds weird, but it works. 3. Eyes. Pupils are important! I'll put up a tutorial on eyes I guess. Of course, my tutorial will be done on photoshop. *smiles* 4. Hair. It's okay, just looks too stiff. Look at something while drawing and do your best to copy! 5. Legs. I think that you got confused between her leaning and her sitting. If she's sitting, her legs up to her knees are on the table, meaning you don't have to draw them. If she's leaning, she's merely touching the table, no weird leg bends. 6. Clothes. It has to bend right, but I can't draw clothes right either (they're annoying to draw) so I can't really help you. I think that's it. This might sound like a lot, but really it's not. It's actually a reasonably good drawing. But you can always become better!!

Yes, it's HeiShin. But I really want your opinion on the actual coloring. Ignore the fact that he's dreaming about Heiji if you don't like it. Look at it as Shinichi sleeping and Heiji. They can become two seperate images. 'kay? OK! I personally think Heiji looks off, and Shinichi looks kind of weird, but that's what I get for rushing I guess. *sigh* HEIJI WHY'D YOU HAVE TO BE SO DARN HARD TO DRAW?!! As for the background... I was uninspired and it turned out purple. So, I want comments! I can draw ShinRan later. (no ConAi. I already have to write it so no more torture.) I think I'm getting better at photoshop... It wasn't a worthless effort at least... (I'm also developing my own style! Kyaa! I also have a sig.. It's a cat face... *sigh*)

As in it will be ConAi but it'll not be because Conan's given up on Ran. Or the other way around. You'll see. (I don't like things where Conan 'suddenly changes his mind'. It makes no sense whatsoever. I shall attempt to write a ConAi that makes sense. Just watch me fail. Just watch it happen.)

Don't cry. I started it already.... *plans to make it as ConAi and yet as not ConAi as possible...* *...* *...* I have a blueprint in my head...