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[tammaiya]

Hur hur guess what time it is?

BINGO! That time where I ought to be either sleeping or studying for my exams!

So what am I doing?

OPENING DRABBLE REQUESTS AGAIN. >D Hit me with your rhythym sticks, guys!

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[beckerbell.livejournal.com]

I really, really, really wanted to request JungleGuu fic, but since you haven't seen the OAVs yet, I'll refrain. Instead... Rei/Jeile! Prompt: Some sort of magic spell gone awry. >:D

[achika-chan.livejournal.com]

I'm in the mood for some Yuuto/Sorata. Or some Haruie fic (or just any Mirage of Blaze stuff).

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Sorata sits by the window staring blankly out at the street, only a faint trace of his usual grin lingering on his lips. Yuuto watches him, his own eyes unreadable as he takes a long drag from his cigarette and breathes the smoke out slowly, tapping the ash from the end carelessly to the bed sheets.

If he starts a fire, he can always put it out. He'd have to get new sheets, but on the balance of potential effort later versus definite effort now, the ashtray had lost out.

"Are you going to brood there all night?" Yuuto asks eventually, tone light with affected disinterest. "It's not that I'm saying you can't, but would you mind closing the blinds soon?"

Sorata blinks, startled, and looks back over his shoulder with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, I didn't..."

Yuuto waves the hand holding the cigarette dismissively and lies back into the pillows without any other response, eyes half-focussed on the ceiling.

Sorata is an open book; if you know him well enough, you can read him cover to cover. He's a natural optimist, and out of all of them, he is one of the few that actually manages to stay upbeat most of the time. This drawn out apocalypse is eventually going to drag down even the best of them, though, and Sorata is no exception.

The kid has unwittingly found himself in a moral dilemma, Yuuto thinks. He's always said he'd die for his Nee-chan, and he'd been stupidly unafraid to die, because maybe he was too young to know that the greatest thing you can do for someone you love is to live for them, not die for them and leave them all alone. Yuuto thinks maybe Sorata is starting to get that now, and on top of that he's learning what happens if there's more than one person important to you in your life.

People who might try to kill each other, one day, and you won't be able to protect both.

"You're overthinking things," Yuuto tells him dryly, closing his eyes. His philosophy is to let life do as it will and to go with the flow, ever matching the currents of the rivers and the tides of the sea. Sorata cares too much, that's his problem. Yuuto takes this for what it is and doesn't think it's anything more than it is; why think of the future when you can enjoy the present?

He ignores the empty feeling in his chest, the one that doesn't dissipate with the sound of the blinds closing or the feeling of the bed dipping when Sorata crawls back under the covers, because it's not like it's anything important.

After all, Yuuto has always known that when push comes to shove, Sorata is just as bound by his destiny as the rest of them.

[achika-chan.livejournal.com]

Yay! :hugs:

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Some people are much closer to the borderline between "reality" and the supernatural. As an onmyouji, Subaru is in a sense standing with one foot on either side of that line, a mediator between two worlds overlaid one over the top of the other. He of all people is aware that death is much more complicated than an ending or a beginning or a transition from one world to the other. Sometimes people refuse to accept that they're dead; refuse to let go of the things of their past life. Some spirits linger, whether through fault of their own or because something remains tying them to the living world.

He sees the dead on a regular basis, but even so, there's something unsettling about seeing the girl Kamui thought of as a little sister in his dreams.

She was a yume-mi; he is an onmyouji; between them, that border is thin enough that their palms could meet on either side of it.

"You remind me of a girl I know," she tells him, and laughs a little self-consciously. "Another yume-mi told me that, before I died. Now it's my chance to say the same thing, and about the same girl. Isn't that odd?"

Dreams are symbols. They sit back to back and palm to palm with an invisible barrier between them, one that ripples like water. Kotori is smiling, faint and rueful; there are tears in Subaru's eyes.

"Hokuto..."

"She says you can't just give up like this," Kotori tells him. "She wants you to talk to him. She wants you to learn to live."

"I can't."

"She doesn't want her sacrifice to be meaningless."

"... I'm sorry."

"She knows."

There is quiet between them, and then there is a rustling noise. Subaru can't see or feel any change; he's not facing her and he is still resting against the wall between his world and hers, hand splayed over the rippling surface. Still, he assumes that she has stood up, and she has, still leaning back against the barrier and looking up at the sky.

"Please take care of Kamui-chan for me," she says wistfully. "He really does love Onii-chan very much."

When Subaru opens his eyes, the tears are drying on his cheeks and even he isn't sure whether that was was real or simply his subconscious talking.

hee. ^_^

[quitty.livejournal.com]

Uh, I know you've been reading Ouran Koukou Host Club, so that would be nice if you're willing. Maybe something with Tamaki and Haruhi. >3

If not, well, there's always Fuuma...with Seishirou. Tehe.

Re: hee. ^_^

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Well, I wouldn't mind giving Host Club a whirl-- prompt? :D (And Tamaki/Haruhi or just the two of them interacting? I'm cool with either ^^)

Re: hee. ^_^

[quitty.livejournal.com]

Mmm, prompt...Lipgloss. And I'll go with Tamaki/Haruhi rather than just them interacting, just because.

Thank you. ^o^

Re: hee. ^_^

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"Pleeeeeeeeease? For Daddy?"

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Haruhi said disparagingly, sidestepping what she thought of as Tamaki's 'grabby' hands. "Some of us are actually working. Go flirt with one of the customers."

"But Daddy wants to flirt with Haruhi!" Tamaki said mournfully. "And it would look so pretty and smell so nice!"

"You're the one who doesn't want the customers to know I'm a girl," she muttered, glaring down at the tube of lipgloss he'd presented her with so hopefully. It was the kind you got cheap at supermarkets, so clearly Tamaki had been going on expeditions into the realm of 'peasantry' again. "Stop calling yourself Daddy, it's disturbing."

"It's strawberry flavour!" Tamaki added brightly, reminding her of an over-excited puppy tripping over his master's feet and wagging his tail so fast it looked like it might fall off. "Shouldn't that mean it would taste like strawberries? Oh, the taste of fresh berries from Haruhi's lips!"

"TRY IT YOURSELF, THEN, IDIOT SEMPAI."

It was very satisfying to watch the little stick bounce off Tamaki's thick skull. She ignored him while he sat in the corner with his own special cloud of gloom descending around him, because at least he was being quiet and she could continue the club stocktake for the week. She didn't want to think about what Kyouya-sempai would do to her if she didn't finish it-- probably add another ten thousand yen to her debt. For all that Tamaki was the 'King' of the host club, he really was more like a pet or young child in many ways. Perhaps, she mused, he was the club mascot.

"Haruhiiiiiii."

Ignore, ignore, ignore--

"HaruHIIIIiiiiiiiii."

A mournful creature with big watery eyes sat at her feet, tugging pitifully at the hem of her blazer. Haruhi sighed, feeling sorry for him despite herself, and set her pen down. "What."

"It tastes icky," he whined, pouting like a three year old. "Not like strawberry at all!"

"That's what you get for buying the 'peasant' lipgloss," she told him exasperatedly, but found herself smiling at him, ruffling his hair briefly before turning back to what she was doing. "Now stop hanging around on the floor getting dirt on your uniform and go do something useful, Tamaki-sempai."

Surprisingly enough, Tamaki actually did as he was told, and he never did try to get Haruhi to wear lipgloss again after that.

Re: hee. ^_^

[quitty.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's absolutely wonderful! So very Ouran, so very silly Tamaki...Thank you so much! ♥