Day Five.
Note: I have taken Five Fab excuses and been meta. :) Thus, these are all things I have really wanted to write for a long time!
Title: Hermione's Wedding
Fandom: Harry Potter/Detective Academy Q
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: Hermione is geting married and Harry and Ron aren't sure about it at all.
“This is just so weird,” Ron grumbled.
“Oh Ron, you’re just saying that because you used to date her,” Ginny said with a toss of her hair.
“No,” Harry corrected firmly. “It’s weird.”
Ginny gave them both a look which Ron and Harry both ignored. They knew that they were right - this wedding was just weird. Because Hermione’s new husband was just weird.
“He reminds me of Mad-Eye Moody,” Ron muttered, peering through again at the tall, scarred man who was standing outside, looking rather awkward in his smart clothes. “Why is Hermione marrying Mad-Eye Moody?”
“She’s not marrying Mad-Eye Moody, she’s marrying Tatsumi Hongou,” Ginny said. “He’s nice ... ”
Harry pounced on her trailing.
“You think he’s a bit weird too! Admit it, Ginny!”
“Well, he’s a little … gruffer than I would have expected Hermione to pick,” Ginny said, tactfully. “But you know, he and Hermione are quite alike. They both believe in learning and courage and sticking up for what you believe is right. And he took her magic pretty well, which is always important for Muggle-Wizard marriages, you know.”
“Apparently, he said that he’s suspected one of his friends for years,” Harry said.
“Do you think that’s the one dressed as a cactus?” Ron asked.
“Yes,” Harry and Ginny said at the same time, glancing in the direction of the rather convincing cactus that had been propped up carefully against one of the seats. Someone had stuck a ring of flowers around the top in an attempt to make it mach the decorations.
“She’s marrying someone with mad friends,” Ron said, shaking his head. “She’s doomed.”
Harry nudged Ginny, who was giving him a speculative look and then looked at Ron.
“Well,” he said, trying to be fair. “At least he’s a good guy. He’s even … well, nice.”
Ron made a grumpy noise and folded his arms. Ginny patted his shoulder.
“At least he hasn’t dressed up as a cactus,” she said.
And neither Ron nor Harry could argue with that.
Title: Secrets
Fandom: Detective Academy Q/Terminator Series
Rating: PG
Word Count: 334
Summary: Kyuu finds out Hongou's secret.
Kyuu stood in the classroom, swallowing nervously. Hongou was staring at him, not glaring, just … staring. Which, given what Kyuu had just seen, was somehow scarier than the usual terrifying death glare.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Hongou said, quite calmly.
“I didn’t see anything!” Kyuu squeaked. “Nothing at all.”
A glimmer of the glare and Kyuu shrank down slightly. Hongou tapped his fingers on the table and Kyuu shrugged.
“Maybe I saw a little bit?” he offered and Hongou nodded.
“Why did you come back to the classroom?”
“I realised I’d forgotten to pick up a book for Kinta,” Kyuu said. “I didn’t mean to be … sneaking.”
“Hm,” Hongou said. “Well. Now you’ve seen.”
He extended his arm which still had a slit in it, revealing metal. Kyuu looked at it nervously, half-hoping it would all turn out to be a trick. Except that Hongou didn’t play tricks and anyway, it was clearly a real arm. Hongou-sensei’s real, robot arm.
“You’re a robot,” he said helpfully, to try and get Hongou to talk.
“I am,” Hongou agreed calmly. “I have been sent back from the future to protect Dan Morihiko.”
Well, that made sense to Kyuu. Perhaps not the coming back from the future part but who wouldn’t want to take care of Dan-sensei?
“Okay!” he said. “How can I help? Does Dan-sensei know? Does Nanami-sensei know?”
Hongou twitched at that and scowled horribly. Kyuu wasn’t quite sure whether to take this as a yes or a no. Nanami-sensei often had that affect on Hongou.
“Nobody else knows,” he said firmly. “You can’t tell anybody.”
“Okay!” Kyuu said cheerfully. “Can I see your arm again? What are you protecting Dan-sensei from? Do you have special robot eyes? Does it mean you can see blood spots better? Can you tell if people are lying with sensors? Can you teach me how to do that?”
“You are a very strange child,” Hongou-sensei said and started to fix the slit in his arm.
Title: Disccovery
Fandom: Lewis/Terminator Series
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Summary: Lewis discovers things about Hathaway that he never expected to.
When Hathaway said “Get behind me, Sir.” and then flattened his body into a giant silvery shield, it occurred to Lewis that things were definitely Not Quite Right. When someone started shooting at the silvery shield that was Hathaway, it occurred to him that things were probably going to stay Not Quite Right for a long time.
One the shooting had stopped, Hathaway turned back into his old self and pulled Lewis off to his flat.
“Safer here,” he said, quite calmly. “Just in case they’ve infiltrated your home.”
Lewis attempted to ask the right sort of questions but all he managed was a weak squeaking noise. Hathaway sympathetically patted his shoulder and then got him a beer which Lewis downed in one, then slammed the bottle onto the table and glared.
“What the hell just happened, Hathaway?!”
“Well Sir,” Hathaway said, quite calmly. “We were attacked by T-1000 who was sent to kill you to stop you from doing the various things that you will do in the future to keep the British Resistance alive after Judgement Day. Luckily, I am a T-1001 and thus, it was unprepared for my interference.”
“What?” Lewis spluttered and Hathaway thoughtfully handed him another beer before explaining. He had to explain three times because Lewis couldn’t quite take it in. Things about time travelling and robots and computers bombing the world.
“It all sounds like science-fiction to me,” he said at last when Hathaway had finally finished for the third time. “I don’t understand. How did you get here? You have a past, you had friends, you had … didn’t any of them know you were a robot?”
“I wasn’t then, Sir,” Hathaway said quietly. “That was the real James Hathaway. He killed himself before you met him. I’m afraid I took advantage of that.”
Lewis wasn’t sure what to say to this. It was a horribly depressing thought, that someone he had counted as a friend had actually died before they’d even met. Mixed with the knowledge that there were time travelling robots, it was all very confusing.
“You got drugged that time!” he protested. “I carried you! You weren’t that heavy!”
“I am a T-1001,” Hathaway said, using his I-am-humouring-your-stupidity-Sir voice. “Liquid metal isn’t that heavy, you know.”
“How stupid of me,” Lewis said dryly. “How did you get drugged?”
“There are glitches,” was all Hathaway would say to that and Lewis supposed that really, it was a fair enough answer, all things considered.
“So what happens now?” he asked.
“We go on as normal, Sir” Hathaway said calmly. “I protect you from any general threats and we wait for Judgement Day.”
“You want me to just sit around waiting for the end of the world?!” Lewis shouted.
“Well, it was the plan,” Hathaway said. “Somehow, I have a feeling you’re not going to co-operate, Sir.”
“If I can do anything,” Lewis said fiercely. “If I can stop this from happening and save people then I will! Now you’d better tell me everything that I need to know.”
Hathaway was smiling. Lewis had an idea that the man - the robot? - wasn’t even slightly surprised.
Title: Silence
Fandom: Death Note/Merlin
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Summary: Matsuda spies on Mogi and his new boyfriend. Written for versipellis.
“They aren’t normal,” Matsuda whispered.
“Matsuda,” Ide said through gritted teeth. “Would you just sit and down and stop staring?”
Matsuda obeyed but Ide knew better than to think it would last. Every ten minutes or so, Matsuda found an excuse to go back to staring at Mogi and his new boyfriend.
It still felt rather strange to be saying that. Mogi with a boyfriend? Mogi didn’t seem like that sort of man. Of course, neither did his new boyfriend which was perhaps what made them happy.
“They haven’t said anything for the entire time,” Matsuda said. “They’re just sitting there, Ide! They don’t talk!”
“Not everybody needs to talk as much as you do,” Ide said crossly, trying to resist the urge to take a peek himself. It would just be Mogi sitting next to Percival, he could imagine it from the last time he’d looked.
“But they don’t talk at all,” Matsuda insisted. “They’re just sitting and drinking beer. Do you think they have some sort of freaky mind communication?”
Ide refused to answer that question on the grounds that it was deeply stupid. He gave Matsuda the withering stare that he was copying from Aizawa and Matsuda sniffed and turned to stare again. This time, Ide allowed himself a quick glance. The two muscled, silent men were indeed still sitting together and drinking beer. Ide couldn’t help being impressed by Percival’s arms - they were bigger than Mogi’s.
As they watched, Mogi suddenly stood up and went to the bar, ordering two drinks. Matsuda gave a squeak.
“See? See? Mind powers! Freakish communication!”
“Matsuda, you’re an idiot,” Ide said, quickly looking away again. “Stop spying on them.”
“Do you think they do romantic things together?” Matsuda asked. “Do you think Percival takes him out to the movies and buys all the popcorn?”
“I think they’re both grown ups and have better things to do,” Ide said, shaking his head.
“Oh, you would say that,” Matsuda said. “You don’t understand relationships. Romance is important, you know. I think Percival knows that. He looks sensitive.”
“Sensitive?!” Ide spluttered.
“Yes,” Matsuda said firmly. “I think he’s the sensitive one. He has sensitive eyes. I bet buys Mogi flowers.”
Ide closed his eyes for a moment and growled. Matsuda got the message and shut up. A moment or two later, he turned back to watching Mogi and Percival again.
“They’re holding hands,” he whispered triumphantly and Ide banged his head on the table.
Title: Controlling.
Fandom: Doctor Faustus.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 221
Summary: Faustus finds that things can get boring. Written for la_localfreak. Not written in Marlow's style but then neither was Shakespeare. ;)
Faustus knows that he can do anything with his powers. Can have anyone with his powers. He does too, frequently. Mephistopheles brings him anyone he craves, the most beautiful women that have ever graced the world. They slip into his bed willingly, soft and pliant and more beautiful than most women that anyone had ever seen.
And it became boring.
All the women. Endless women. He didn’t want them any more. He had done everything, tried everything with every sort of woman. He didn’t want it any more. It made logical sense to move onto men. He had given the devil his soul, what did it matter if he committed the crime of sodomy? It mattered not a jot. Mephistopheles continued to provide, utterly uncaring as to the forms of the people Faustus demanded. Men came and in time, they became boring too.
Mephistopheles was never boring. When Faustus ordered him into bed, he came quiet and obedient and utterly biddable. When Faustus ordered him to touch or to smile, he obeyed. All that power inside him and he could do nothing but obey Faustus’s commands. If Faustus ordered him to love him, Mephistopheles would do it.
The only thing was, Mephistopheles’s hands were always so cold and no matter what Faustus ordered, he never seemed able to warm them up.
Title: Hermione's Wedding
Fandom: Harry Potter/Detective Academy Q
Rating: PG
Word Count: 337
Summary: Hermione is geting married and Harry and Ron aren't sure about it at all.
“This is just so weird,” Ron grumbled.
“Oh Ron, you’re just saying that because you used to date her,” Ginny said with a toss of her hair.
“No,” Harry corrected firmly. “It’s weird.”
Ginny gave them both a look which Ron and Harry both ignored. They knew that they were right - this wedding was just weird. Because Hermione’s new husband was just weird.
“He reminds me of Mad-Eye Moody,” Ron muttered, peering through again at the tall, scarred man who was standing outside, looking rather awkward in his smart clothes. “Why is Hermione marrying Mad-Eye Moody?”
“She’s not marrying Mad-Eye Moody, she’s marrying Tatsumi Hongou,” Ginny said. “He’s nice ... ”
Harry pounced on her trailing.
“You think he’s a bit weird too! Admit it, Ginny!”
“Well, he’s a little … gruffer than I would have expected Hermione to pick,” Ginny said, tactfully. “But you know, he and Hermione are quite alike. They both believe in learning and courage and sticking up for what you believe is right. And he took her magic pretty well, which is always important for Muggle-Wizard marriages, you know.”
“Apparently, he said that he’s suspected one of his friends for years,” Harry said.
“Do you think that’s the one dressed as a cactus?” Ron asked.
“Yes,” Harry and Ginny said at the same time, glancing in the direction of the rather convincing cactus that had been propped up carefully against one of the seats. Someone had stuck a ring of flowers around the top in an attempt to make it mach the decorations.
“She’s marrying someone with mad friends,” Ron said, shaking his head. “She’s doomed.”
Harry nudged Ginny, who was giving him a speculative look and then looked at Ron.
“Well,” he said, trying to be fair. “At least he’s a good guy. He’s even … well, nice.”
Ron made a grumpy noise and folded his arms. Ginny patted his shoulder.
“At least he hasn’t dressed up as a cactus,” she said.
And neither Ron nor Harry could argue with that.
Title: Secrets
Fandom: Detective Academy Q/Terminator Series
Rating: PG
Word Count: 334
Summary: Kyuu finds out Hongou's secret.
Kyuu stood in the classroom, swallowing nervously. Hongou was staring at him, not glaring, just … staring. Which, given what Kyuu had just seen, was somehow scarier than the usual terrifying death glare.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Hongou said, quite calmly.
“I didn’t see anything!” Kyuu squeaked. “Nothing at all.”
A glimmer of the glare and Kyuu shrank down slightly. Hongou tapped his fingers on the table and Kyuu shrugged.
“Maybe I saw a little bit?” he offered and Hongou nodded.
“Why did you come back to the classroom?”
“I realised I’d forgotten to pick up a book for Kinta,” Kyuu said. “I didn’t mean to be … sneaking.”
“Hm,” Hongou said. “Well. Now you’ve seen.”
He extended his arm which still had a slit in it, revealing metal. Kyuu looked at it nervously, half-hoping it would all turn out to be a trick. Except that Hongou didn’t play tricks and anyway, it was clearly a real arm. Hongou-sensei’s real, robot arm.
“You’re a robot,” he said helpfully, to try and get Hongou to talk.
“I am,” Hongou agreed calmly. “I have been sent back from the future to protect Dan Morihiko.”
Well, that made sense to Kyuu. Perhaps not the coming back from the future part but who wouldn’t want to take care of Dan-sensei?
“Okay!” he said. “How can I help? Does Dan-sensei know? Does Nanami-sensei know?”
Hongou twitched at that and scowled horribly. Kyuu wasn’t quite sure whether to take this as a yes or a no. Nanami-sensei often had that affect on Hongou.
“Nobody else knows,” he said firmly. “You can’t tell anybody.”
“Okay!” Kyuu said cheerfully. “Can I see your arm again? What are you protecting Dan-sensei from? Do you have special robot eyes? Does it mean you can see blood spots better? Can you tell if people are lying with sensors? Can you teach me how to do that?”
“You are a very strange child,” Hongou-sensei said and started to fix the slit in his arm.
Title: Disccovery
Fandom: Lewis/Terminator Series
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Summary: Lewis discovers things about Hathaway that he never expected to.
When Hathaway said “Get behind me, Sir.” and then flattened his body into a giant silvery shield, it occurred to Lewis that things were definitely Not Quite Right. When someone started shooting at the silvery shield that was Hathaway, it occurred to him that things were probably going to stay Not Quite Right for a long time.
One the shooting had stopped, Hathaway turned back into his old self and pulled Lewis off to his flat.
“Safer here,” he said, quite calmly. “Just in case they’ve infiltrated your home.”
Lewis attempted to ask the right sort of questions but all he managed was a weak squeaking noise. Hathaway sympathetically patted his shoulder and then got him a beer which Lewis downed in one, then slammed the bottle onto the table and glared.
“What the hell just happened, Hathaway?!”
“Well Sir,” Hathaway said, quite calmly. “We were attacked by T-1000 who was sent to kill you to stop you from doing the various things that you will do in the future to keep the British Resistance alive after Judgement Day. Luckily, I am a T-1001 and thus, it was unprepared for my interference.”
“What?” Lewis spluttered and Hathaway thoughtfully handed him another beer before explaining. He had to explain three times because Lewis couldn’t quite take it in. Things about time travelling and robots and computers bombing the world.
“It all sounds like science-fiction to me,” he said at last when Hathaway had finally finished for the third time. “I don’t understand. How did you get here? You have a past, you had friends, you had … didn’t any of them know you were a robot?”
“I wasn’t then, Sir,” Hathaway said quietly. “That was the real James Hathaway. He killed himself before you met him. I’m afraid I took advantage of that.”
Lewis wasn’t sure what to say to this. It was a horribly depressing thought, that someone he had counted as a friend had actually died before they’d even met. Mixed with the knowledge that there were time travelling robots, it was all very confusing.
“You got drugged that time!” he protested. “I carried you! You weren’t that heavy!”
“I am a T-1001,” Hathaway said, using his I-am-humouring-your-stupidity-Sir voice. “Liquid metal isn’t that heavy, you know.”
“How stupid of me,” Lewis said dryly. “How did you get drugged?”
“There are glitches,” was all Hathaway would say to that and Lewis supposed that really, it was a fair enough answer, all things considered.
“So what happens now?” he asked.
“We go on as normal, Sir” Hathaway said calmly. “I protect you from any general threats and we wait for Judgement Day.”
“You want me to just sit around waiting for the end of the world?!” Lewis shouted.
“Well, it was the plan,” Hathaway said. “Somehow, I have a feeling you’re not going to co-operate, Sir.”
“If I can do anything,” Lewis said fiercely. “If I can stop this from happening and save people then I will! Now you’d better tell me everything that I need to know.”
Hathaway was smiling. Lewis had an idea that the man - the robot? - wasn’t even slightly surprised.
Title: Silence
Fandom: Death Note/Merlin
Rating: G
Word Count: 411
Summary: Matsuda spies on Mogi and his new boyfriend. Written for versipellis.
“They aren’t normal,” Matsuda whispered.
“Matsuda,” Ide said through gritted teeth. “Would you just sit and down and stop staring?”
Matsuda obeyed but Ide knew better than to think it would last. Every ten minutes or so, Matsuda found an excuse to go back to staring at Mogi and his new boyfriend.
It still felt rather strange to be saying that. Mogi with a boyfriend? Mogi didn’t seem like that sort of man. Of course, neither did his new boyfriend which was perhaps what made them happy.
“They haven’t said anything for the entire time,” Matsuda said. “They’re just sitting there, Ide! They don’t talk!”
“Not everybody needs to talk as much as you do,” Ide said crossly, trying to resist the urge to take a peek himself. It would just be Mogi sitting next to Percival, he could imagine it from the last time he’d looked.
“But they don’t talk at all,” Matsuda insisted. “They’re just sitting and drinking beer. Do you think they have some sort of freaky mind communication?”
Ide refused to answer that question on the grounds that it was deeply stupid. He gave Matsuda the withering stare that he was copying from Aizawa and Matsuda sniffed and turned to stare again. This time, Ide allowed himself a quick glance. The two muscled, silent men were indeed still sitting together and drinking beer. Ide couldn’t help being impressed by Percival’s arms - they were bigger than Mogi’s.
As they watched, Mogi suddenly stood up and went to the bar, ordering two drinks. Matsuda gave a squeak.
“See? See? Mind powers! Freakish communication!”
“Matsuda, you’re an idiot,” Ide said, quickly looking away again. “Stop spying on them.”
“Do you think they do romantic things together?” Matsuda asked. “Do you think Percival takes him out to the movies and buys all the popcorn?”
“I think they’re both grown ups and have better things to do,” Ide said, shaking his head.
“Oh, you would say that,” Matsuda said. “You don’t understand relationships. Romance is important, you know. I think Percival knows that. He looks sensitive.”
“Sensitive?!” Ide spluttered.
“Yes,” Matsuda said firmly. “I think he’s the sensitive one. He has sensitive eyes. I bet buys Mogi flowers.”
Ide closed his eyes for a moment and growled. Matsuda got the message and shut up. A moment or two later, he turned back to watching Mogi and Percival again.
“They’re holding hands,” he whispered triumphantly and Ide banged his head on the table.
Title: Controlling.
Fandom: Doctor Faustus.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 221
Summary: Faustus finds that things can get boring. Written for la_localfreak. Not written in Marlow's style but then neither was Shakespeare. ;)
Faustus knows that he can do anything with his powers. Can have anyone with his powers. He does too, frequently. Mephistopheles brings him anyone he craves, the most beautiful women that have ever graced the world. They slip into his bed willingly, soft and pliant and more beautiful than most women that anyone had ever seen.
And it became boring.
All the women. Endless women. He didn’t want them any more. He had done everything, tried everything with every sort of woman. He didn’t want it any more. It made logical sense to move onto men. He had given the devil his soul, what did it matter if he committed the crime of sodomy? It mattered not a jot. Mephistopheles continued to provide, utterly uncaring as to the forms of the people Faustus demanded. Men came and in time, they became boring too.
Mephistopheles was never boring. When Faustus ordered him into bed, he came quiet and obedient and utterly biddable. When Faustus ordered him to touch or to smile, he obeyed. All that power inside him and he could do nothing but obey Faustus’s commands. If Faustus ordered him to love him, Mephistopheles would do it.
The only thing was, Mephistopheles’s hands were always so cold and no matter what Faustus ordered, he never seemed able to warm them up.