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tammaiyaGuys, you guys, I am FREE! Free from the tyranny of semester 1! Granted what this basically means is that I have time to work on a professional translation and start research for my thesis, but nevertheless, it is a HUGE weight off my mind. I feel ready to resume acting like a human being again. I was actually pretty bad for a while there; I don't really want to talk about it, but if I was talking to you at all over, oh, say the last 2 months, let alone with any real regularity, you were definitely the exception to the rule. (My brother was an exception to the rule because he kept messaging me specifically to ANNOY me. But it was probably good for me. Maybe.)
On a totally unrelated note, yesterday I had a flat tire. Actually it had probably been flat for a while, and I didn't notice because I am seriously Not A Car Person. On the way home from my exam yesterday a nice woman motioned for me to pull over and told me it was flat, then helped me change it. Which was both REALLY nice of her, and a really good thing, because a) I might not have noticed before it was so flat I lost control, because I'm an airhead and b) if I'd had to pull over with no one to help, I'd have been FUCKED, because no one had ever taught me how to change a tire. I know now! But I wouldn't have known if left to my own devices and I didn't have my mobile. (There didn't seem to be any point when I was just going to an exam. LESSON LEARNT: mobiles are always essential. How did people survive without them?) It must have been punctured at some point though, because I had a service only a few weeks ago.
I think your bad tire luck is rubbing off,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_leareth....
Anyway, that aside, there should be some blessed sanity and possibly regular contact with human beings and even LJ posts coming up. I'm sure you're all thrilled. XD; But whichever way, this seems like a good opportunity to open a FIC MEME.
No particular theme or fandom; anything goes, but I want a fandom, a prompt (anything from one word to a really specific description of a fic you think would be awesome but can't be bothered actually writing), and if applicable a pairing. I reserve the right to reject anything if I don't ship the pairing, don't know/remember the fandom well enough, get too many of the same fandom (this is less likely), or fear the request will turn too epic. Which is a frequent fear with me, but there are degrees. Basically I will reject it if I feel like it. XD But not in most cases.
Any fandom you know I know reasonably well/I've written in before is okay, but here are some I've been involved with particularly recently in no particular order:
... Yeah, I know most of these are games. In a sense they felt the most necessary to list because often they're less obvious. ... mostly though I've just been playing a lot of games.
Obviously staples like TB/X and Mirage of Blaze are allowed. If you don't know if I know a fandom, feel free to ask.
That was probably way more fanfare than this meme deserved. XD Oh well. Have at, guys. (I know you've been lying in wait for this, Becky, go for it.)
On a totally unrelated note, yesterday I had a flat tire. Actually it had probably been flat for a while, and I didn't notice because I am seriously Not A Car Person. On the way home from my exam yesterday a nice woman motioned for me to pull over and told me it was flat, then helped me change it. Which was both REALLY nice of her, and a really good thing, because a) I might not have noticed before it was so flat I lost control, because I'm an airhead and b) if I'd had to pull over with no one to help, I'd have been FUCKED, because no one had ever taught me how to change a tire. I know now! But I wouldn't have known if left to my own devices and I didn't have my mobile. (There didn't seem to be any point when I was just going to an exam. LESSON LEARNT: mobiles are always essential. How did people survive without them?) It must have been punctured at some point though, because I had a service only a few weeks ago.
I think your bad tire luck is rubbing off,
_leareth....Anyway, that aside, there should be some blessed sanity and possibly regular contact with human beings and even LJ posts coming up. I'm sure you're all thrilled. XD; But whichever way, this seems like a good opportunity to open a FIC MEME.
No particular theme or fandom; anything goes, but I want a fandom, a prompt (anything from one word to a really specific description of a fic you think would be awesome but can't be bothered actually writing), and if applicable a pairing. I reserve the right to reject anything if I don't ship the pairing, don't know/remember the fandom well enough, get too many of the same fandom (this is less likely), or fear the request will turn too epic. Which is a frequent fear with me, but there are degrees. Basically I will reject it if I feel like it. XD But not in most cases.
Any fandom you know I know reasonably well/I've written in before is okay, but here are some I've been involved with particularly recently in no particular order:
| TWEWY/Subarashiki kono sekai | Pokemon Special/Adventures manga |
| GrimGrimoire | Skip Beat |
| Odin Sphere | One Piece |
| Golden Sun 1 | Kamen Rider Kabuto |
| Tales of anything (including side games) but Legendia, Graces and Tempest | Kamen Rider W |
| Final Fantasy (III, IV, VI, VII, maybe VIII, XII, Dissidia) | Last Remnant |
| Kingdom Hearts (except for Birth by Sleep) | Ace Attorney/Investigator |
... Yeah, I know most of these are games. In a sense they felt the most necessary to list because often they're less obvious. ... mostly though I've just been playing a lot of games.
Obviously staples like TB/X and Mirage of Blaze are allowed. If you don't know if I know a fandom, feel free to ask.
That was probably way more fanfare than this meme deserved. XD Oh well. Have at, guys. (I know you've been lying in wait for this, Becky, go for it.)
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Date: 2010-06-23 06:27 am (UTC)(Okay, not the only reason. It was also too much of a pain trying to evict him, because he was heavy and starting a fight in a hammock inevitably ended up with both parties dumped on the floor. The cold floor.)
That did not, however, mean that Sanji was willing to put up with Zoro's snoring in his ear and heavy octopus limbs crushing the air out of his lungs.
"Oi, marimo," Sanji hissed, shoving ineffectually at the moron's shoulder. He would have kicked, but Zoro was lying on top of him and, again, there was the whole hammock situation to keep in mind.
Zoro gave a load snore, breathing his foul sleep-breath in Sanji's face, and continued to lie there like a particularly unattractive moss-covered log.
Sanji considered his options. There was very little he could do with his restricted movement that wouldn't end up dislodging the blankets and flipping the hammock. Much as Zoro was pissing him off, it wasn't enough to make the thought of the freezing cold air and floorboards attractive.
Meanwhile, while Sanji's body was warm-- almost hot, in fact, and kind of sweaty-- where Zoro was draped over him, his extremities still felt almost numb thanks to his crappy circulation.
This gave him an idea.
"Wake up, moron!" he growled, a little louder, and slid his icy cold fingers under Zoro's shirt against the small of his back.
"Fuck!" Zoro yelped, jerking violently back at the touch and falling to the ground with a painful-sounding thud. The hammock swayed perilously from side to side from the momentum, but did not actually tip Sanji out, so he counted the plan as a success.
From the floor, Zoro groaned.
"What the fuck, asshole?" he demanded. "It's fucking cold."
Sanji rolled his eyes, then scowled, shivering slightly. Zoro had taken the blankets with him when he'd fallen out of the hammock, and now they were hanging over the edge and pooling on the floor.
"No, you think?" he said sharply. It was a bit hard to miss, unless you were Luffy. He was still running around in shorts and sandals, but he probably just hadn't noticed the snow yet.
Zoro, who was always a bit slow after being woken up if he didn't have a sword in his hand, blinked a bit sluggishly with a mulish expression of annoyance. He had red lines on his face and his marimo hair stuck up in tufts, making him look even stupider than usual.
"You look ridiculous," Sanji pointed out, because there was no sense in letting an opportunity to mock the moron go by. He was, however, beginning to regret forcing Zoro out of his hammock. Ever so slightly. Because he was cold.
"I'm too tired for your shit," Zoro announced, hauling himself up from the floor and snagging the blankets on his way.
"Those are my blankets!" Sanji said, outraged, then a moment later, "oof!"
"Shut up," Zoro muttered, tickling Sanji's neck with his stupid breath. "Trying to sleep."
Sanji was practically too indignant to speak, not to mention too winded from Zoro landing on him, or else he would have made a sharp and witty retort. Soon enough, the snoring would start anew, and a sneak attack wouldn't work a second time. He would have to take drastic action to get rid of Zoro this time, and really...
Sanji sighed and decided, fuck it, Zoro could stay; at least he wasn't cold anymore.
He could always get his revenge in the morning, anyway.
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:15 pm (UTC)Thank you! ♥
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:45 am (UTC)- Junjou Romantica; Nowaki/Hiroki; Hiroki piggyback ride (bonus points if you can work in that he twisted his ankle or something)
- Pokemon (either SP or game); Green/Red; surprise
- Den-O; Ryuutarou/Yuuto; YUUTO MPREG BECAUSE IMAGINATION HOLDS A LOT OF POWER AHAHAHA I HAVE BEEN WAITING
- Pokemon SP; Norman & Sapphire/Ruby; Norman's precious baby boy! Or a public battle with Sapphire for his baby! Basically anything that makes Ruby want to crawl in a hole and die.
- Junjou Romantica; drunk!Hiroki, bonus points if Misaki is there
- Junjou Romantica; angry or posessive Nowaki (whether serious or humorous, either is fine)
- Cardcaptor Sakura; Touya gets his magic back, bonus points for Touya/Yukito/Yue
- Cardcaptor Sakura; 300 years from now Touya and Syaoran are STILL ARGUING
- One Piece; Luffy/Nami; the rest of the Strawhats find out about them
- Odin Sphere; Ingway/Mercedes; what if they had been the last two to survive? what's the first thing they'd do?
- Kabuto; Kagami/Tendou; a normal Saturday evening
- Kyou Kara Maou!; why Conrad should never, ever be allowed to get drunk
I'LL BE BACK WHEN I THINK OF MORE.
You are not obsessed with Junjou Romantica at ALL. XD
Date: 2010-06-23 11:23 am (UTC)"Yes, Hiro-san."
"Ever."
"If you say so, Hiro-san."
"NOBODY IS EVER FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS."
Nowaki hid a smile. "What about the people who can see us?" he asked innocently.
Hiroki's hands tightened on Nowaki's shoulders a second before he started flailing around, as slippery and hard to keep hold of as a squirming fish.
"Let me down! Let me down right now, Nowaki, I can walk!" he snapped, and Nowaki concentrated on maintaining his grasp on Hiroki's legs, trapping them against his hips because he knew that the moment he let Hiroki escape, he wouldn't be getting his boyfriend near his back again any time soon.
"No you can't," he said calmly. "You've twisted your ankle, Hiro-san, you've got to stay off it until we can get ice on it and elevate it or you'll make it worse."
"I hate it when you're sensible," Hiroki said sullenly once he'd given up struggling. "And bigger than me. This isn't fair. This is abduction."
"Sorry, Hiro-san," Nowaki said. His apology was perhaps not entirely sincere; it was nice to have an excuse to piggyback Hiroki. He did feel a little bad. "But it's for your own good."
"...Fine," Hiroki muttered eventually. "Let's go already, then.
"Whatever you want, Hiro-san," Nowaki said cheerfully, and started walking. Hiroki grumbled something vaguely uncomplimentary into his hair, but Nowaki could feel Hiroki's body relax against his back, arms curling around his neck.
He'd have to find a way to persuade Hiroki to let Nowaki give him piggyback rides more often.
Yes, but, who's fault is it for encouraging it? >:|
Date: 2010-06-23 12:16 pm (UTC)I demand that they run into Akihiko! DEMAND.
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Date: 2010-06-23 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 03:06 am (UTC)prompt - Kyoko gets her dream role
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Date: 2010-06-23 01:49 pm (UTC)Kyouko was getting to play a fairy princess.
She had gained an appreciation for all kinds of roles, of course. She still had a special fondness for Mio and Natsu, her two mean girls who'd let her grow and learn, and she took joy in every new role, every character with its own flaws and talents and unique viewpoint. Every character had its beauty and its charm; she loved each in its own way.
And of course, as an increasingly successful actress, it wasn't as if she didn't have the money to buy herself nice clothes and makeup these days.
But.
But it wasn't the same. Ever since she had first starting acting-- no; for years, ever since she could remember-- she had longed to be a fairy princess.
Now, she finally had her chance, and it was everything she'd dreamed of and more. Her hair fell in pretty ringlets, dusted with glitter and studded with jewelled hairpins; the ballgown swished at her feet in their dainty slippers, sewn with seed pearls. She had shimmery wings. Her dress twirled when she spun in a circle.
It was amazing, and as a child she never would have thought, even with all her imagination, that she could ever be so lucky.
"Tsuruga-san!" she said enthusiastically, catching sight of him standing in the doorway. "Tsuruga-san, look! Isn't it gorgeous?"
Ren stared at her for a moment, apparently lost for words. "It certainly is," he said, a bit rough like he had something caught in throat, and Kyouko beamed, flitting over to him on light fairy-steps.
"You look wonderful too, Tsuruga-san," she added, reaching out to brush her fingers against the royal blue velvet of his elaborate jacket. Many men would look ridiculous in such fancy clothing, with those tight breeches, but Ren with his long legs and well-proportioned body pulled it off with style.
Ren was playing the blond, blue-eyed human prince who fell in love with Kyouko's princess, which was another reason Kyouko was looking forward to the role. It was thrilling to finally have the opportunity to play the lead alongside Ren. (Stop that, she told her thumping heart firmly, you're being ridiculous!)
"That colouring suits you surprisingly well," she said, and narrowed her eyes, titling her head to the side slightly. "In fact, you almost remind me of..."
No, that was silly. Ren was nothing like Corn, Kyouko decided, and shook her head, missing the flicker in his eyes. "No, never mind."
Ren didn't press, just offered his arm like a gentleman. "Shall we, princess?"
Kyouko laughed, slipping her hand in the crook of his elbow. "Why yes, kind sir," she said coyly, batting her lashes. I think we shall!"
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 03:51 am (UTC)If I may something from the Cardcaptor kotoriverse with the S/S pairing?
This is crazy timing, I was just thinking about that verse the other day.
Date: 2010-06-23 05:51 pm (UTC)For that matter, so was White Day, and both for the same reason, too.
"Seishirou-san," Subaru said helplessly. "Seishirou-san, you know I love chocolate, but... don't you think this is a little bit much...?"
"The kids will help," Seishirou said, with casual disconcern. Kamui eyed the mountain of chocolates with some trepidation.
"I'm with Subaru," he said, wary. "I don't think even I can eat that much chocolate."
"Don't look at me," Fuuma added. "I certainly don't like it enough."
Seishirou shrugged. "It'll keep," he said airily.
"But where will we keep it...?" Subaru murmured, almost in shock. "And for that matter, what do we do with all these roses...?"
Roses, the Tree complained bitterly, to anyone who was listening. He buys ROSES. Not good enough, am I? Plain old cherry blossoms aren't ROMANTIC enough for you now? They were plenty romantic when I dumped the love of your life literally straight into your arms, the way *I* remember it.
I'm sure Papa didn't mean it like that, Tree-chan, Kotori thought back soothingly, though it was debatable whether the Tree was even listening or if had stormed off in a metaphorical huff.
"It's a symbol of my love for you, Subaru-kun," Seishirou said earnestly. "If there were any less, it wouldn't be right. Actually, I would have bought more, but the shops were out."
"Thank god," Fuuma and Kamui muttered in tandem. Subaru's alternately horrified yet relieved face said it all.
"Um, Seishirou-san," Subaru started tactfully. "Maybe next year you could try something different? Something a little more... low-key, perhaps?"
"Of course, Subaru-kun, anything you ask!" Seishirou promised. "Different... hm...."
Oh, this is going to end in tears, the Tree said ominously. Tears and skywriting.
"Skywriting?" Kotori echoed, unintentionally speaking out loud. There was a deathly silence.
"Skywriting, huh?" Seishirou said thoughtfully, with a far too speculative look on his face. "Skywriting..."
"Seishirou-san!" Subaru wailed, while Fuuma groaned and Kamui started ranting about idiots who wouldn't know moderation if it bit them on the arse. "I take it back! I don't want different! Traditional is fine!"
"Oh, well, if you insist," Seishirou sighed, clearly a little disappointed. "Flowers and chocolates it is, then. Maybe I should buy my own chocolate shop next year?"
Subaru buried his face in his hands and moaned.
One thing to be said; at least it was never boring, with Seishirou.
Re: This is crazy timing, I was just thinking about that verse the other day.
Date: 2010-06-24 03:56 am (UTC)Thank you!
Re: This is crazy timing, I was just thinking about that verse the other day.
Date: 2010-07-11 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 01:53 pm (UTC)Congrats on being MARRIED! I don't remember if I said that before. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 09:34 am (UTC)I ADMIT TO NOTHING. (Also, happy to teach you how to change a tyre).
Prompts, prompts ...
1. CCS (THIS IS ALL BECKY'S FAULT): a 'normal' day in Touya's life as a sane person surrounded by the wonderfully eccentric magical people that is his family and extended family. Bonus points the more characters he gets to interact with >:P
2. TB/X: S&S established relationship, what happens each year on the anniversary of Hokuto's death.
2. Skip Beat: 'what if' Sho and Ren somehow end up on a photoshoot together. There is a cat involved.
3. Skip Beat: 'off page' - how exactly did Ren help Kyoko create Natsu?
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:48 am (UTC)Re: the first Skip Beat prompt, is the cat involved an actual cat, or a catfight? XD
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-26 11:26 am (UTC)In that sense at least, if nothing else, Kyouko's faith in him was justified, though still rather humbling. She didn't know about Ren's childhood; she had no real grounds for it other than her apparently concrete belief in his ability to act out any possible role, regardless of external appearances.
Still, while Ren could do it, Kyouko's request had filled him with dread, because he really didn't want to. It wasn't even so much about his pride in the general sense as... well, he wanted to show his cool and manly side to her, not him sashaying around and tossing his head like a beauty queen.
On the other hand, showing Kyouko his cool and manly side had not appeared to get him anywhere so far-- she always had to be different-- and he'd been backed into a corner. If he failed to teach her, she would be bitterly disappointed and her high opinion of him as an actor (if not a man) would be damaged.
Ren was between a rock and a hard place, but he'd long since realised that he could never deny this girl anything she asked of him, couldn't stand the thought of letting her down, so there wasn't really a choice there at all.
Which was how he'd ended up here, swaying his hips in a walk he could probably have done in his sleep despite a gap of about 15 years since the last time.
"No, no, Mogami-san, you have to... don't swing your hips so much, it needs to look natural. Make sure you follow the tape-- the heel of the leading foot needs to line up with the toes of the back foot, then shift your weight so the hip follows through," Ren ordered, and Kyouko nodded, obviously conscientiously committing his every instruction to memory.
"So when you say the hip follows through, Tsuruga-san, how do you mean?" she asked earnestly. "I can't seem to get that bit quite right."
Ren sighed, knowing that embarrassing himself with more displays weren't going to help with this. Kyouko was a quick learner, and she'd been watching intently. If she wasn't picking it up, there was a reason for it, and he knew exactly what that reason was.
"Watching me won't really assist you with this part," he admitted. "The gender difference is about more than just convention. Because I don't have hips the way a woman does, the movement isn't exaggerated enough for you to really notice. The highheels certainly make a difference, too."
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Date: 2010-06-26 11:27 am (UTC)The pall of gloom began to settle as Kyouko started berating herself for her perceived uselessness. Slighly alarmed, Ren quickly interjected.
"Not at all, Mogami-san, you're a very quick student and you're not burdensome at all," he assured her.
Kyouko stopped beating at the floor and looked up at him, giving a loud sniff.
"You're sure?" she said in a watery, slightly suspicious voice, and Ren thought not for the first time about how very much he loathed Kyouko's mother.
"Yes, I am," he said firmly, then hesitated. He could think of another way to teach her, but he was reluctant to suggest it, fearing the strain to his own self-control if he had to lay a hand on her.
He remembered what had happened the last time he'd forgotten himself, when he'd let his selfish desires get the better of him while pretending to play "Katsuki" alongside Kyouko's "Mizuki". She'd been absolutely terrified and skittish around him for what had felt like an eternity; without the excuse of being caught up in another character's head to rely on, any similarly ill-considered move by him could scare her off for good.
On the other hand... he couldn't see her so distraught and not want to do anything he could for her, which was how he had gotten into this mess in the first place. Just suck it up, he told himself firmly, and be a professional.
"It's not hopeless, Mogami-san," he finally continued. "Watching me isn't going to really help, but if you let me rest my hands on your hips so I can feel the movement, I should be able to adjust your balance to fix it."
Kyouko's eyes sparkled. "Really?" she breathed. "Thank you so much, Tsuruga-san!"
Of course, Ren thought with hopeless fatalism, she wouldn't even conceive of there being anything awkward bout this.
Mouth dry, he moved to stand behind her and settled his slightly hands on her hips. He could feel them curve under his palms, and it took every inch of his self control not to pull her back against his chest, wrap his arms around her waist.
Ren cleared his throat.
"Okay," he said, a little hoarse. "Now, walk along the line again. Slowly, so I can follow behind you."
Kyouko nodded, determination written all over her face. She took a step forwards, and Ren pushed gently with one hand to adjust the tilt of her hip, then back in the opposite direction when she took a second step.
"Good," he said, wishing fervently that Kyouko could be less oblivious or that he didn't have to be so close and yet so very far.
And they still had to work on stance, too.
It was going to be a long night.
Some days later, when Ren saw Natsu for the first time, sexy and confident and showing her legs in that short skirt to great advantage with the strut that he had taught her, he despaired and rejoiced all at the same time, proud of Kyouko's accomplishment and growth as an actress but wondering how he was supposed to deal with yet another aspect of Kyouko that made his pulse race and his blood burn with desire. This was why people back in America said karma was a bitch; Ren knew full well his crimes, but even he was starting to wonder if he really deserved such torture.
"I've created a monster," he murmured.
"Did you say something, Ren?" Yashiro asked, puzzled, and Ren shook his head with a wry smile.
"It was nothing," he said. "Never mind."
No, he hadn't created Natsu; that was all Kyouko. He'd simply given her a helping hand, and now, he decided, he had to take it like a man.
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Date: 2010-06-26 01:18 pm (UTC)HA. Poor, poor Ren.
Excellent work, thank you :)
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Date: 2010-06-23 11:46 am (UTC)Pokespe, Ruby (/everyoneespeciallysapphire): the Dex holders have to go to a very classy party. Ruby gets wind of it on time to want to fix everyone's wardrobe
Pokespe, Red/Green: Green's advantage compared to all those girls is that he knows Red's tastes much, much better.
Tales of Rebirth, Mao/Tytree + Serena: Big Sis Knows Better.
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Date: 2010-06-24 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-24 06:57 am (UTC)Hisui/Shing, dealing with Creed's leftover influence.
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Date: 2010-06-26 04:18 pm (UTC)If he were someone else, he'd be telling himself to stop being a chicken and make a goddamn choice already: either make a move, or get over him. Preferably the former, for maximum be-a-man points.
But something inside Green made him hesitate, caring too much about what would happen if Red rejected him. It didn't help that Red seemed to attract chicks like food attracted Munchlax, and as ridiculous as it made him feel stewing about Misty and Yellow hanging all over Red while he couldn't even put his feelings into words, he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.
One thing that made him feel better was that Red seemed to care more about girls when he was 10 than he did now, and generally preferred to spend time with his best friend Green, running a mile from flirting girls as soon as it got through his thick skull that that's what they were up to. (The flip side to this was Green strongly suspected Red might run a mile from him if he started flirting, too, which was another factor holding him back. He didn't want to lose this advantage, even if it wasn't actually getting him anywhere.)
The other thing was that, being Red's best friend, he knew Red back to front, inside out, and better than anybody with only the possible exception of Pika. Forget Yellow and Misty; Green knew Red better than Red's own mother did.
This was why, though Red quickly forgot about gifts of flowers from Yellow and brushed off invitations to go shopping with Misty, he'd always jump at the chance for a match against Green or favour him with that huge, enthusiastic grin when Green gave him things to use on his Pokemon in battle. Knowledge was power, and in this battle, Green held the home advantage.
Of course, the status quo wasn't going to last forever. Sooner or later, Green's time would run out, and he'd have to take the risk or lose without even trying. For now at least, though, he could consider this laying the groundwork for his future campaign.
Becauase Green was never going to be the kind of guy to bow out of a competition, and he hated losing.
It's freezing here but vivid memories of Japanese summer = GO. XD Somehow ended up as BB!X-verse...
Date: 2010-07-04 06:32 pm (UTC)It almost unbearable to stay indoors without the air-con turned full blast, and even then, his crappy old A/C unit was located directly over the bed, useless when he was trying to sleep. He'd spent most nights for the past two weeks tossing around in bed restlessly, sticking to his overheated sheets and hideously uncomfortable until he would finally pass out for an hour or so past dawn. He was reaching the point where he was almost delirious with exhaustion, which had led him here, napping outside in the afternoon sun where it was somehow a little easier to cope with. Pleasant, even, between the beat of the sun and the slight breeze stirring against his skin.
"Whoever that is, if y'gonna ask about the song, don't," he murmured, when he sensed a presence settle down beside him. "Musical genius c'n wait ‘til ‘m not sleep-deprived."
"I dunno, some of the best songs have been written by people strung out on drugs and alcohol," a terrifyingly familiar voice said contemplatively, and Kamui's eyes would have flown open had he not been feeling so very sluggish. "Maybe it would work in your favour."
"G’way, Fuuma, ‘m too tired for your shit right now,” Kamui moaned, flinging an arm across his face in lazy despair. “Anyway, s’not the same. ‘M not hallucinating skies of diamonds, more likely to just space out or collapse or something.”
“Fair,” Fuuma conceded. The grass rustled, as though he’d shifted or moved, and Kamui realised how disconcerting it was to feel Fuuma’s presence but not know where he was or what he was doing. His eyes were so heavy, though, that the thought of prising them open right now seemed a Herculean effort, far beyond him even to assuage his Fuuma-fuelled paranoia. “You could always come to my place, you know. I’ve got a pretty good cooling system, if you’re finding it that hard to sleep in the heat.”
Fuuma knew him too well, and Kamui totally hated him. Even if he was being weirdly, creepily nice lately.
“What, where no one can hear me scream?” he said snidely. “No thanks.”
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Date: 2010-07-04 06:34 pm (UTC)“Ugh, stop that!” Kamui snapped, with a rather unenergetic and ineffectual shove at what a bleary squint revealed to be Fuuma’s shoulder. “’s way too hot for touching! Geddoff! What’re you even doing!”
“Just felt like it,” Fuuma said, nonchalant despite the fact he’d rolled on top of Kamui and this was exactly why Kamui had been avoiding Fuuma lately! (As opposed to the usual reason he avoided Fuuma, a small voice pointed out unhelpfully at the back of his mind.) Everything had just gotten all weird ever since – well, at least since the bar. No, earlier; things had been weird since Fuuma had released that last single, and Kamui was abruptly glad for the disgusting heat, because his face was already flushed and it was far less obvious what he was thinking about.
“Well don’t,” Kamui retorted petulantly, rather than attempting to process. A moment later he yelped at the wet slide of what was unmistakably Fuuma’s tongue lapping at his throat.
“What the fuck,” he said shrilly, accidentally smacking Fuuma’s head in a reflexive yet kind of lethargic flail. “Did you just – you just licked me!”
“I felt like it,” Fuuma repeated, as though this was a perfectly rational response in the face of all the baggage hulking between them. Never mind the whole thing where Kamui had a big pathetic unrequited thing on his ex-best friend who had turned into a giant jackass. Or the thing where Fuuma had totally blown his mind with the geekiest filthy song imaginable and then made out with him on a bar despite that they totally did not do that, except apparently they did now, and they hadn’t talked about it yet, and really, this entire situation was just incredibly awkward and surreal.
On the other hand, Kamui concluded, he was, in actual fact, too tired to even care right now. Sure they had to deal with it sometime – it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you could just ignore and go with the flow on – but half asleep when Fuuma wasn’t being particularly antagonising was so totally not that time.
“Whatever,” he muttered crabbily, eyes drifting shut again. “Too hot for makeouts.”
“It’s never too hot for makeouts,” Fuuma disagreed, although there was no more licking, so Kamui counted that as a win. A win he was only very slightly disappointed by, since he really was exhausted.
“Kamui?”
“Mmm,” Kamui hummed, instead of pointing out that it was also too hot for snuggling or cuddles or whatever this was meant to be. “Jus’ a minute…”
When he groggily opened his eyes what felt like barely five minutes later, he was alone but for the ever-present whirr of cicadas and the sun had already gone down, no more than a reminder in the lingering heat.
Fuuma could have been a dream, except for the post-it note stuck to his face saying get some rest, Sleeping Beauty, I want to hear some of that musical genius put to work.
“Huh,” Kamui said blankly, and went back to his room to start writing.
asdfjklsd I'd gone to bed and this started writing itself in my head. VICTIM TO MY OWN CREATIVITY.
Date: 2010-06-23 07:13 pm (UTC)click
Rather than the sound of the lock to the treasury opening, the sound of a switch being flicked.
"Uh oh, busted," Locke said sheepishly, as light flooded the room and revealed its owner, lounging in a chair with his legs crossed at the ankle.
"Really," Edgar said sceptically. "Locke Cole, renowned thief--"
"Treasure hunter," Locke insisted, in the face of all current evidence.
"--my apologies, treasure hunter, famed for his ability to pilfer anything from anybody, caught in such an obvious trap as this? No, I rather think not. And why would you be robbing my treasury, in any case?"
"Funds," Locke said immediately, lounging against the wall with an insolent grin. "I would've paid you back. Eventually."
"Uh huh," Edgar said, dry as the desert surrounding his castle. "And you didn't simply ask me because...?"
"What fun would that be?"
Edgar rolled his eyes. "Oh, of course," he said. "And yet, I can't help feeling that if you'd truly intended to steal from me, I would have been left none the wiser until I had discovered the IOU note you'd left in its stead with you long gone to another continent."
"Maybe I slipped up," Locke suggested, with a careless shrug. "Even monkeys fall out of trees sometimes."
"Or maybe, and far more likely, this is all part of your elaborate plan," Edgar said, speculative.
A smile quirked at Locke's lips. "Oh, so I planned to get caught. Really."
"Yes, really." Edgar narrowed his eyes. "Would you like being chained up in the dungeons, Locke?"
"Hm, that depends," Locke said, as though seriously considering the question Edgar had posed. "Will you be there to torture me personally? Because if not, I have to say, I'm not all that fond of the idea of being locked up in a dank stone room with only the rats for company."
"Why, would you prefer me to turn you over my knee and spank you for being a naughty boy?" Edgar retorted, and was honestly surprised by the sudden hitch in Locke's breath, the flash of heat through his eyes. It was concealed quickly, but not quickly enough; Locke was a good liar, but he could not hope to fool his oldest friend. "I do believe you would. Locke--"
"Like a child? Don't be ridiculous," Locke scoffed, but his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip in a sign of... nervousness, perhaps. Arousal?
"Maybe it would be a fitting punishment," Edgar mused, tracing the movement with his eyes. "Coming from you, it was a fairly childish crime. More of a prank, really."
"A prank? I think I'm insulted," Locke said, but something in his tone, his body language, was not quite so cocksure now.
"Come here," Edgar ordered.
"What if I don't want to?" Locke said loftily, and Edgar chuckled, because even now, in a situation like this, the man was irrepressible.
"Are you sure you want to add treason to your list of charges?" he asked. "Come here."
"Technically, I'm not your subject," Locke pointed out, but drifted towards Edgar anyway.
WHY SO LONG? now I REALLY need to sleep. Uh, warnings for kinky NSFW-ness.
Date: 2010-06-23 07:14 pm (UTC)"You're not serious," Locke said disbelievingly, but after a look at Edgar's face he moved to obey with no further comment, breath whooshing out with a huff as his chest took the weight of his body.
"I think this is what they refer to as 'acting out'," Edgar said thoughtfully, resting his hand on Locke's back. "Were you acting out to get my attention, Locke?"
Locke grunted, breathing too restricted for the mouthy retort he no doubt would have made if he had the capacity. Edgar hesitated for a moment, briefly questioning his wisdom in going down this road, but...
Well, one should always follow through once they had committed to a course of action, he told himself, and brought his open palm down hard on Locke's backside. Locke yelped, bucking as if to escape the pain, and Edgar might have felt bad except for the fact that his slap was clearly not the only thing that was hard; the proof of Locke's enjoyment was evident against his thigh.
"You really did want this," Edgar said, in wonderment. "I was right, you planned it."
"Well," Locke panted, having regained a tiny modicum of oxygen even as he lost his composure, "I... certainly... didn't expect... you to spank me... if that's what you're... asking."
"Nevertheless, you did plan to get caught and punished in some way," Edgar surmised. "Have I been neglecting you so frightfully, that you'd feel the need to go to such great lengths?"
"I wouldn't say great lengths," Locke said, prevaricating. "Although it was a little painful to pretend to be so incompe--aaaaaah!"
Locke's smug self-congratulation broke into a moan as Edgar brought his hand down for the second time with no small amount of relish. He was quite enjoying this himself, he had to admit.
Locke writhing atop his legs was an added bonus.
"I think," Edgar announced, as he smacked a whimpering and unusually pliant Locke for the third time, "that I may be more of a genius than even I had previously anticipated."
Locke made a noise that was probably intended to be derisive, if it hadn't been so strung out. Edgar smacked him again, just for good measure.
Yes, he thought, as Locke grew increasingly more desperate and actually strayed perilously close to begging, he could get rather accustomed to this...
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Date: 2010-06-25 09:54 pm (UTC)but if you're still taking prompts, i've been absolutely dying for some good dissidia fic.
prompt...first meetings?
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Date: 2010-06-26 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-26 04:59 am (UTC)i wanna know why they decided to travel together.
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Date: 2010-07-06 04:53 pm (UTC)Of course it had been strange, being pulled from his own world and suddenly thrown into a fight to (apparently) save the universe from being destroyed by Chaos, but the strangest thing was that it didn't feel stranger than it did, as though the knowledge and acceptance had simply dropped into his head when he'd found himself on the front lines of a cosmic battle. He hadn't really had time to think about it in the heat of the moment, but maybe there was something about this dimension which rendered all the questions and other problems unnecessary.
Or maybe Cloud's life was just so bizarre anyway that he was simply used to it. He hadn't entirely settled on or discounted either possibility, yet.
The more important thing, though, was that he needed to find his crystal. Beyond that, he wasn't really sure; Cosmos had never told them to actually defeat Chaos, or what the crystals were for, and ambiguous instructions had a way of making him nervous. What made him even more nervous was the certainty that whether their goal was to directly take down Chaos or not, they would have to face his agents - and it was not so much that Cloud was afraid of fighting as it was that he feared having to face Sephiroth, and oh, how little some things changed. He'd known Sephiroth was here even before he'd seen the man, had somehow sensed Sephiroth's presence. It was cosmically unfair, and yet also completely unsurprising.
So now here he was, after that first failed desperate skirmish, with a vague mission that gave no real direction as to method or purpose, the strong likelihood of run-ins with Sephiroth in his immediate future, and the fate of the universe resting on his shoulders - again. He didn't even know what he was fighting for anymore. Frankly, he'd had better days, and in Cloud's life to date, that was actually saying a lot. (Of course, he'd also had worse days, but between Hojo and JENOVA, that didn't say so much.)
And if that wasn't enough, when they'd been separated after the battle and flung into the splintered fragments of different worlds, Cloud had managed to end up with three of the most naive, optimistic people imagineable.
Why was this his life?
It was almost enough to make him consider striking out alone, except he had learned some things about the value of friendship through all his ordeals, even if he still tended towards being more of a loner by nature, and something told him that their goals this time might be better achieved in a group than on their own, at least for the time being. Besides, he wasn't entirely convinced the other three wouldn't get themselves killed if he left them to fend for themselves. Good fighters, maybe, but liable to be taken in by the kinds of dirty tricks the side of Chaos would undoubtedly pull? Absolutely. And Cloud didn't need any more guilt to carry around, so he was staying.
Anyway, he thought, sighing ruefully at Firion's almost painful hopefulness, being surrounded by optimists wasn't always a bad thing. Honestly, it was probably good for him, in a way.
And maybe, just maybe, they could help him figure out his reason for fighting.
In conclusion: Cloud is SLIGHLY less emotionally retarded than Squall. Hooray! \o/
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:56 am (UTC)that was awesome!
thank you so much!
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Date: 2010-06-26 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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