Tomo in Hoto-land

by Seishuku Skuld and Ri Chiko

skuld@joymail.com and chikori@us.sina.com

Skuld’s Notes: This isn’t the first joint fanfic between Chiko-chan and me, but unfortunately, we have very different writing styles.  This is a Tomo and Hotohori lemon, and they do it THREE TIMES in here, so hide the young ones.  ^_^;;  And yes, Chiko and I have cameo appearances in this fic, because we seriously couldn’t find a decent way to stick our two boys in bed with each other and follow FY canon. ^_^  Besides the lemon part, the rest of this fic is kind of silly, so you just have to live with the ridiculous sap we stuck in here for our entertainment purposes. 

We don’t own any of the “characters” in here…and I don’t own Skuld either (I AM SKULD!!  KAKAKA!!), and Chiko is…well…just Chiko.  Tomo and Hotohori are owned by Watase Yuu (thanks for sharing them with us), and everything else is anything goes.

And remember, there is no plot, so don’t worry about why Tomo is hanging out with Hotohori, or why they’re buddies.  (And no, Tomo is not wearing his makeup.  ^^;;  That was for those of you who were wondering.)  Like we said, anything goes.

There’s also a Chinese glossary at the bottom of the fic.

Comments, suggestions, flames, discoveries, and donations are all appreciated!  Enjoy the ride(s).  ^_^;;

Tomo in Hitohori-land

“Mou…” Skuld-chan wiped a hand across her forehead, looking around the room.  “Why’s it so hot in here?  Kuuuuu…” Making sure nobody was around, she minimized the window on the computer, and left the room. Because it was early in the morning, far too early for anybody to be up yet, she padded silently down the hall, quietly slid down the stairs, and tiptoed into the kitchen.  Taking care to make as little noise as possible, she opened the freezer door, and grabbed a Popsicle.  Skuld stopped for a moment, to make sure she hadn’t disturbed anyone of her family from their rest, and scuttled back upstairs. 

“Ah,” Skuld grinned, with a satisfied sigh, her tongue swirling around the fruity stick, much better.  She turned back to proofreading her fanfic, trying to stay awake, and keeping her eyes peeled for spelling or grammatical errors. 

***

Rain slicked down both their faces, into their eyes, and ran in trickles, like blood, down their swords.  Hotohori couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a hard time with practice.

Tomo frowned, both boys panting hard from the physical exertions of sword practice.  “You haven’t been practicing,” Tomo lowered his blade, allowing his friend to rest.

Hotohori wiped rain, sweat, and hair from his forehead.  He frowned.  “Hey, it’s not that easy being Emperor.  It’s hard to find time for anything other than work, you know.”

“Mmm,” Tomo nodded, “that’s true.  But still, you should practice more, you’re a bit out of shape.”  His breathing had returned to normal, and he waited for Hotohori to be ready again.

“Yeah, you keep telling me that.”  He ran another hand across his forehead, trying to keep the rain from his eyes.  “Say, couldn’t you have found a better time for practice?  All the rain is obscuring my vision.”

“Master always said that difficult conditions are the best training conditions,” Tomo replied.

“Yes, but I’m getting out of touch.”

“Then there’s nothing better than this.” 

Hotohori could see that it was no use arguing against his good friend. He hadn’t practiced for several weeks now, and Tomo was absolutely set on making him practice, no matter the conditions or the cost.  He stood in the rain for a few minutes longer, ignoring the wet seeping into his body, and dampening his will.  Discipline… Discipline… must keep going, he urged himself. 

“All right, I’m ready now,” Hotohori finally said. 

Tomo lifted his sword.  “Jie zhao!”

Weapons met in a clash of steel.  Tomo’s sword advanced quickly on Hotohori, pushing his younger friend back relentlessly. 

“Hey,” Hotohori said, desperately fighting off Tomo’s thrusts, “can’t you go easier on me?”

“No way,” said Tomo with small chuckle.  “If you want, then counterattack.”

“Have it your way then,” said Hotohori with a grin, when he found a weakness in Tomo’s attack.  Extending his arm and leaning forward, Hotohori put all his power behind his attack.  Tomo saw it coming and sidestepped with a twist, his back brushing against Hotohori’s.  Hotohori saw Tomo smile devilishly as he effortlessly evaded his thrust.  A little annoyed that Tomo had escaped his advance, Hotohori swung his sword arm around, hoping to catch Tomo unawares.  Once again, Tomo saw Hotohori’s attack and brought his sword up to fend of his friend’s offensive. 

“You’re a bit slow, Hotohori,” Tomo said, the edges of his mouth tilting upwards. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much, friend,” Hotohori replied with a glint in his eye, “you know my sword technique is better.”

“You mean it was.”  Tomo ducked as Hotohori’s sword arced at head level.  “You wouldn’t be swinging at my head if you knew I wasn’t going to duck.”

“Why you little…!”

The battle continued, Hotohori attacking, and Tomo effortlessly fending off Hotohori’s attacks, evading his sword. 

“Tired yet, Hotohori?” Tomo whispered into Hotohori’s ear, catching Hotohori’s wrist.  Tomo’s lips were almost touching his ear, and the Emperor could feel his friend’s hot breath floating comfortingly close.  Tomo gave a hard punch to Hotohori’s shoulder, forcing the younger man to drop his sword. 

“Not quite yet.”  Hotohori brought his elbow down into Tomo’s stomach, and slid free of his friend’s grasp as Tomo loosened his hold.  “Now we see, how good we are at hand-to-hand fighting.”

“Very well,” Tomo acquiesced, throwing his sword to the ground, clattering among the stones in the courtyard.  “Let’s see if your chi is as deep as mine is.”  Tomo vaulted with one flip to the roof of the nearest building. 

“Oh, I haven’t done that in a long time,” Hotohori grinned as he followed Tomo.  “You see, I’m not as out of touch as you think,” he said as he swung an arm in Tomo’s direction. 

“I see you’re not,” Tomo replied, ducking Hotohori’s swing, and coming up behind the man.  “But then again…” before Hotohori could react, Tomo gave Hotohori a shove in the back, pushing his friend from the roof.  Oh shit, Tomo swore in his mind, as Hotohori fell.  Without thinking, Tomo jumped from the roof the building as well.  He caught Hotohori in mid-air, one arm around his younger friend’s waist, as his younger friend’s momentum threw his arm wide.  They both landed on the stones of the courtyard, eyes locked in an electric embrace, Tomo’s chi slowing their descent.  Hotohori looked up at him, breathing hard.  Hotohori winced and threw himself forward as a thin line of blood spurted from his mouth. 

Tomo bent quickly to his aid.  “Hotohori, are you all right?  I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you with my chi so hard.”

Hotohori coughed, wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, and replied, “It’s all right.  It’s my fault, I’ve been so out of it.”

“We’ll stop for tonight,” Tomo said, brow creased in worry for his friend.  “I’ll help you liao shang.  Come.”  He lifted Hotohori in his arms like a child, and carried the Emperor into his room. 

He set Hotohori in a chair, and then stripped the man of all his clothes.

“What are you doing,” Hotohori asked, alarmed, excited, curious.

“I can’t give you chi through your clothes,” replied Tomo with a small smile.  “Besides, you’re soaked through.” 

“Th…This isn’t appropriate,” Hotohori protested, coughing up small amounts of blood. 

Tomo shook his head.  “Stop worrying, we’re both men.  Besides, you never said anything when we were boys.” 

“But…that’s different!”

“Not really,” said Tomo with a shrug, carrying Hotohori to his bed in the same way as before.  He lay Hotohori down on the bed, and stripped himself.  He threw his wet clothes onto the floor and climbed onto Hotohori’s bed.  “If you can’t sit up, I’ll support you.” 

Tomo put a hand under Hotohori’s perfectly sculpted back, and lifted him upright.  He placed his hands gently on Hotohori’s smooth skin, closed his eyes, and willed his chi to flow into Hotohori’s body. 

Both men sat silently, until Tomo was sure he had replenished Hotohori’s chi.  Then he removed his hands, and settled his chi.  “Are you okay now, friend?”

“Yes,” Hotohori replied, a small smile turning the corners of his mouth.  He felt a slight flush on his cheeks as he came to full realization that he and Tomo were both naked as the day they were born…and now in bed together.

Tomo wasn’t a psychic, but we could tell what his friend was thinking.  Hotohori had suddenly blushed and turned shy as a girl.  Tomo closed his eyes, and told himself over and over again that this wasn’t right, but that all got ignored by his groin.  Slowly, Tomo placed his hands on Hotohori arms, and leaned forward to bury his face in the sensual curve between Hotohori’s neck and shoulder.  Tomo’s breathing quickened as he felt something hardening between his legs. 

“Tomo,” Hotohori blushed bright red, almost too afraid to look back at his friend, as if seeing would banish the sudden desire. 

“What is it?” Tomo took an initiative, his tongue snaking down to touch Hotohori’s soft skin.  Hotohori closed his eyes and sighed, Tomo’s tongue sending tingles of pleasure up and down his back.  “Do you like this?”  Tomo asked, kissing Hotohori’s neck gently, then moving to his shoulders. 

“It feels very good, Ah-Juin,” Hotohori said, leaning against his friend, hoping that Tomo’s kisses would never stop.

Needing only this affirmation, Tomo plunged his entire being into kissing his friend.  He lay Hotohori down onto the bed, and now lay on top of him, nipping at his chest, running his tongue seductively around Hotohori’s nipples, drawing moans of desire from the younger man.  Tomo continued to travel downwards, hands, lips, tongue caressing, exploring and loving every inch of his friend’s perfect body. 

“You’re very beautiful, Ah-Xing,” he whispered quietly as he neared Hotohori’s erect member.  Hotohori shifted his body, trying to put his erection where he wanted it most.  Tomo only chuckled, and began kissing the inside of Hotohori’s thighs.  “That will have to wait, Ah-Xing.” 

“Please, Ah-Juin,” Hotohori whispered, voice heavy with denied desire. 

“How far do you want me to go?”

“As far as I want you to.”

“And how far is that, Ah-Xing?”  Tomo looked up at Hotohori, his mouth nearing the Emperor’s erection shaft, dripping with pleasure.  His tongue gently lapped the liquid from the head, drawing a hoarse moan from Hotohori.

“All the way,” Hotohori gasped, trying to shift his hips to get Tomo’s mouth closer.

“As you wish,” Tomo smiled, as he closed over Hotohori’s shaft, sucking hard. 

Hotohori groaned, Tomo’s mouth sending waves of pleasure through his body.  He unconsciously began rocking his hips upwards, hoping Tomo would take him in further.  Tomo hands wandered to Hotohori’s hips, helping him thrust, and caressing the silky skin.  Tomo sucked harder when he realized that Hotohori’s thrusts were reaching a frenzy, his friend coming close to the edge.  Within a few seconds, Tomo tasted Hotohori’s warm seed filling his mouth.  He smiled and swallowed it, licking up the bits that covered his friend’s softening member. 

“Did you like that, Ah-Xing?”

Hotohori closed his eyes, as Tomo returned to kissing his lips, their tongues sparring, fighting for dominance.  “But we’re not done yet, Ah-Juin,” he replied when he felt in the mood to momentarily postpone their tongue-war.  He wrapped his arms around Tomo’s back, drawing him closer, reminding him that Tomo’s erect member had not been looked after yet.  “I want you inside me.” 

Tomo frowned, pulled a little away from his friend.  “No,” he shook his head, “you’re still hurt.  I can’t do that.”

“I’m all right, I promise,” Hotohori’s mouth returned to reclaim his friend’s.  “I want it so badly.” 

“Then…” Tomo said, his groin overruling his good sense, “I shan’t keep you waiting long.”  He untangled himself from Hotohori’s limbs and moved to lie on top his friend, their tongues never leaving their battle.  Tomo’s hands wandered down to Hotohori’s member, stroking it back into hardness.  “Do you have any scented oil around here,” Tomo mumbled around Hotohori’s tongue in his mouth. 

“Yeah, it’s under my pillow.”

“Why you…”

“It’s not like you don’t, Ah-Juin,” said Hotohori, the corners of his mouth upturned, tongue still warring.  “If you didn’t know I did, you wouldn’t have asked.” 

Tomo didn’t respond, but only moved his hands, searching for the promised bottle.  He uncorked it, and poured a little over his fingers, his golden eyes never leaving Hotohori’s brown ones which stared up at him with desire and love.

“Hmm…” Tomo murmured, as his hand slid down, and touched the ring of muscle around Hotohori’s entrance.

Hotohori forced himself to relax into his friend’s caress.  He spread his legs, trying to urge Tomo onto greater speed.

The first finger made Hotohori suddenly tense at the intrusion.  Tomo saw this, and with gentle kisses and murmured words, quickly calmed the Emperor.  Adding a second finger, he began to stroke Hotohori’s passage, reveling in the satiny softness of the younger man.  The initial discomfort that Hotohori experience was now gone as Tomo’s talented fingers began stroking him inside, stretching him for the moments to come.  Nothing felt more right than this, Tomo preparing him for love-making.  When Tomo added a third digit, he unexpectedly felt Hotohori twitch, and then moan.  Tomo smiled and knew he’d found that secret spot.  He continued stroking it, as Hotohori writhed beneath him, moaning wantonly. 

Tomo then brought other slick hand down, and lathered the oil over his own member, which was now crying for attention.

“Are you ready?” Tomo asked, eyes lidded, and ready to plunge himself in heaven.

“You don’t need to ask that,” Hotohori replied, spreading his legs further apart and lifting his hips up.  The absence of Tomo’s fingers had a left a void that cried out with longing.

Tomo’s hands reached behind to grip Hotohori’s tight ass.  He lifted the hips a little higher until he had no trouble pressing against his friend’s opening.

“Am I your first?” he asked, his tip tantalizingly brushing against his friend.

Hotohori groaned, trying to move close to Tomo. “Yes,” he gasped. 

“Then I am honored.”  Tomo thrust into his friend carefully, Hotohori’s tight passage instinctively closing around his shaft.  Hotohori shut his eyes, searching for a kiss to distract himself from the pain.  Tomo thrust himself deeper, his hands hooking around Hotohori’s shoulders and his lips finding the Emperor’s.  Tomo thrust in and out, each thrust taking him and his friend closer to the edge.  Hotohori wrapped his legs around Tomo, driving Tomo deeper into him.  He loved the feeling of his friend inside him, the initial pain had faded, and all he wanted now was for the passion and pleasure to last forever.  Tomo’s thick cock was him rubbing inside, and the friction felt delicious, better than anything he had ever felt before.  Tomo gasped out Hotohori’s name with each thrust, the younger man’s wet heat pressing against his member from all sides, a perfect fit to his shaft.  Tomo felt the pressure building up, and thrust faster, his mouth pressing closer against Hotohori’s.  With each thrust, Hotohori met him, pushing Tomo to the hilt, and crying his name.  With a few more thrusts, Hotohori came, his seed exploding forth from his cock, and covering his stomach and Tomo’s.  Tomo tensed himself as he heard Hotohori’s cry, the Emperor’s passage then closed and gripped Tomo’s shaft with excruciating pressure.  Tomo came hard, spilling himself into Hotohori’s warm passage.  Both boys gasped with pleasure, their lips together in an affirmation of what they’d just done.  They untangled themselves and curled up against each other, and drawing up a thin sheet up to cover their sweating bodies, happily fell asleep.

Tomo awoke slowly, trying to drag his mind from the depths of unconsciousness.  He blinked for a few moments, looking at his surroundings.

Where am I? he wondered.  Finding himself in a rather uncomfortable position, he rolled over…right into Hotohori. 

“Mmm…” Hotohori mumbled, still half asleep, “I don’t want to get up yet.” 

Oh yes, thought Tomo, as the previous night’s events surfaced into his memory, we made love last night.

“Zao, Ah-Xing,” Tomo smiled, putting his arms around his lover and stroking his silky brown hair.

“I don’t want to get up yet,” Hotohori muttered sleepily.

Tomo laughed and hugged Hotohori closer to his chest.  “I think you better get up before your court advisors start looking for you.  If they see us in bed together like this, they’ll never stop nagging.”

“Aiya!” Hotohori exclaimed sitting upright, scanning the vicinity for his pesky advisors.

Tomo laughed, and pulled Hotohori back down into his arms.  “It’s your day off today, dear.  Remember?”

“Sha Dan, why’d you do that?” Hotohori stuck his tongue out at his lover.  “And I was about to go back to sleep too.”  He nestled himself once again in Tomo’s chest.  He found it comfortingly warm.  He closed his eyes, but found that he wasn’t able to go back to sleep.  Finally, with a sigh, he said, “What do we do now, Ah-Juin?”

“What do you mean?” Tomo asked, his fingers tracing circular patterns on the soft skin of Hotohori’s back. 

“What are we going to do?”

“Get up?”

“No,” Hotohori lifted his head so he could look into Tomo’s eyes.  He searched them for something.  “I mean, what do we do about us?”

“What do you want to do about us?” Tomo whispered in reply.

Hotohori found he did not need to stare long into Tomo’s piercing gold eyes.  He had found what he wanted.  “Do you love me?”

“You don’t need to ask that.”

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Ah-Xing.  I always will.”

“I love you too, Ah-Juin.” 

The boys lay on the bed in silence, enjoying their closeness, the warmth of the love that passed between them.  Tomo closed his eyes, inhaling Hotohori’s sweet scent which seemed to envelop him like a blanket. 

“Tomo?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to make love to you.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” Hotohori answered calmly, shifting his body and moving on top of Tomo.

Tomo laughed.  “That’s not usually how you start love-making, dear.”  He moved his hand up to stroke to Hotohori’s cheek.  “You normally just…let it flow, you know?”  Tomo brought his other hand up to the back of Hotohori’s neck.  “You usually start like this,” he whispered, pulling Hotohori’s lips down to his in a gentle kiss.  “But,” Tomo drew in a sharp breath when he spoke again, he wanted the kiss back.  “You can start it anyway you want.”  Then he grinned and shifted his body so that both boys lay on their sides, “I’m not going to let you start out on top.”  Their lips met again in the kiss that Tomo wanted reclaim.  Both boys’ bodies pressed close to each other, trying to make some kind of contact at every point on their bodies.  Hotohori’s hands moved unconsciously to grip Tomo’s back and pull his lover closer to his own chest.  Hotohori could feel his friend’s smile at they pressed together, draping their legs across each other.  The boys lost track of how long they lie in bed kissing and caressing, stoically ignoring the cries of a lower part on their anatomy until Hotohori’s hand wandered down from Tomo’s back to grip his friend’s erection.

Without a word, Hotohori pushed Tomo tenderly onto his back, and moved on top of his older friend, never once breaking their passionate kiss.

“You learn quickly,” Tomo gasped, as Hotohori’s fingers began to stroke his tip, moving slowly to caress the rest of his member. 

“Because I have you to teach me,” Hotohori whispered, staring alluringly into Tomo’s eyes, half-lidded with pleasure.  He broke the kiss with his friend, it was now his turn to explore the other’s body.  He closed his mouth over one of Tomo’s chocolate nipples, licking and stroking it until it became hard under his tender care.  Moving slowly from the nipple, and removing his hands from Tomo’s erection, he closed his mouth around it, his tongue caressing the underside of the member.  Tomo groaned and closed his eyes, his hips unconsciously thrusting, hoping Hotohori would take him in deeper.  Hotohori closed his eyes, hands moving up to stroke what he could not take into his mouth, feeling Tomo’s tip touch the back of his throat.  He sucked in time with Tomo’s thrusts, feeling the crushing passion that spilled over and threatened to overwhelm his lover.  Tomo let a small whine of protest escape his lips when Hotohori removed his mouth, he had not climaxed yet.  Hotohori smiled sensually, hand reaching for the bottle that got shoved under the pillow last night.

He returned to his position on top of Tomo, chest pressed close, eyes staring into Tomo’s.  “I’m not going to let it be that easy on you,” Hotohori whispered before plunging back into his lover’s mouth.  He put the bottle into Tomo’s right hand, “if you want this, then use it.”

Tomo laughed, his golden eyes glowing.  “You’re bolder than I thought.”  He uncorked the small bottle and covered his hands in the rose-scented oil.  “You want to do this?”

“It’s your choice, really,” Hotohori grinned.  “I hope you’re not worn out after last night.”

“It takes more than that to wear me out,” Tomo smiled a little, licking his lips in a cat-like manner.  “I could do this with you all day, if you’re up to it.”  He put his hands on Hotohori’s erection, covering it in the slippery oil, and listening with pleasure to the moans his hands elicited from the Emperor.  Tomo lifted his knees and spread his legs apart, arms moving up to grip Hotohori’s ass.

“We’ll see who gets tired first,” Hotohori smiled, positioning himself at Tomo’s opening.  He pressed his tip to Tomo’s entrance, teasing the older man with a tantalizing taste of the pleasure to come.

Tomo closed his eyes, shifting his hips, trying to move close to Hotohori’s erect member.  Hotohori smiled, “I know I’m good at teasing,” he whispered before entering Tomo. 

Tomo gasped, his back arching, closing his eyes against the pain, knowing the waves of pleasure would hit him soon.  Hotohori let his hands wander to Tomo’s face, mouths brushing together in a deep kiss.  He enjoyed every bit of Tomo’s warm and soft passage closing around his erect shaft, and thrust himself deeper into his friend.  Tomo’s legs came up to wrap around Hotohori’s waist, his hips thrusting in time with Hotohori’s frantic movements. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hotohori hoped that nobody would decide to take a peek into his chambers, wondering what all the moaning and gasping was about.  His mind however, quickly shoved even that small thought to the side, making room for the pleasure that was coming.  He listened to Tomo’s moans and the older man moved against him, welcoming Hotohori into him.  Tomo was tight, and every thrust had Hotohori made rubbed every sensitive spot inside him, and made him cry the Emperor’s name.  Tomo could feel himself building towards the climax, especially when Hotohori’s slender fingers reached down to caress Tomo’s shaft.  He was totally unprepared for the pleasure that crashed him upon as he came hard, seeing spots and blacking out for a few seconds.  Hotohori, a few moments later, tensed too, as Tomo’s warmth closed about him and gripped his cock with relentless passion.  Nails digging into Tomo’s skin as he came, Hotohori splurted his seed into his friend.

Hotohori blinked, trying to get his vision as back as he pulled out of Tomo, lying himself down next to his lover. He brought up the sheet and absent-mindedly wiped away the semen covering them both. 

“Up for more?” Tomo asked with a sly smile, his arms once again moving to hug Hotohori close to him.

“In a sec,” Hotohori whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek next to Tomo’s chest.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Tomo warned, his hands playing with Hotohori’s silky hair. 

“Don’t worry…I…won’t…” Hotohori murmured, drifting off to sleep despite his best efforts to stay awake.

Tomo sighed as he listened to lover’s breathing slow down and regulate.  He placed his cheek on the top of Hotohori’s head, and drifted off into a deep, but satisfied, slumber. 

"Urgh," Skuld blurbled as she finished typing, her eyes glued to the screen.  She checked her watch: 6:03 AM was what it read, or what she thought she saw.  At this early in the morning, she couldn't tell anymore.  She reached a shaking hand towards the phone and dialed Chiko's number.

"Chiko?" she croaked. 

"Skuld?  You sound like you just got out of hell."

"No, I just finished my part of the fanfic."

"Oh, I see.  Just send it over here, and go get some sleep okay?  I'll finish the rest."

"Uh huh...all right...bye." Skuld hung up the phone, and collapsed in her chair.  After sending the fic to Chiko, she cleaned up the workplace, hoping her parents wouldn't notice that somebody had been working there the whole night.

Skuld stumbled out of the room and into the hall, collapsing in a small pile of goo in her bed.  She drew the covers over her head, buried her face in the pillow and fell into unconsciousness.  The rest of the fanfic, was Chiko's responsibility now, she wasn't going to bother with it. 

 

The Chinese Glossary

All pronunciations are in Mandarin. 

Jie Zhao: The equivalent of “En Guarde.”  Literally speaking, ‘Jie’ means ‘catch’ and ‘Zhao’ means ‘stroke’.

Liao Shang: “Heal wounds.”  This often has a connotation of wounds associated with the damaging of the chi in battle.

Ah-: equivalent to “-chan” used in Japanese.  Comes before a name, signifying endearment.  Tomo’s Chinese name is Luo Juin, so Hotohori calls him “Ah-Juin.”  Tomo calls Hotohori “Ah-Xing,” Xing Su being Hotohori’s name. 

Zao: A morning greeting, literally meaning ‘early’ or ‘morning.’  The equivalent of “Ohayo” in Japanese.

Aiya: an exclamation of surprise in Chinese.

Sha Dan: stupid, idiot, moron, etc.  Like “baka” in Japanese.

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