One Wedding and Two Funerals.
Why hello there. Three new fics for everyone from Spazzyfroggies! I have also picked up a sort of a songfic challenge. My room mate actually came up with this list of songs for me, and I have to write a fic a week inspired by the song.
They're kind of short this week. I'm sorry!
~.~.~
Fic Duel 1: Fortune
Title: Predetermined Happenstance
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G/PG-ish.
He awoke in what was most likely the middle of the night to the feel of chilly air on his skin and silk sheets surrounding his body. He was also blissfully aware of the weight of an arm circling his waist and hair- he knew it was black- tickling the back of his neck. He would have laughed softly, but there was just something so peacefully wonderful about the moment, and he was afraid if he moved- if he made any sound at all- it would suddenly evaporate like the slightest wisp of smoke
There had been a time when Yuuri had objected to having him sleep in his bed. The now-sleeping maou had at one time taken off down the hall in the closest thing Yuuri ever came to rage at the sight of waking up next to him. He and even demanded that the other boy find some other place in the palace to sleep. Of course, there was also a time where he objected to their engagement as well. That time lasted longer, and right now all of it seemed like an eternity ago.
Now Wolfram slept in his king’s bed whenever he chose to- which was every night they could. They would slip into the silk sheets together, and sometimes they would talk to each other. They would speak of little things, like their daughter and what a beautiful young woman she was growing into, or whatever oddity Anissina had given birth do in her mind that day. Never would he mention politics, and never would Yuuri mention the other world. It was one of those things that Wolfram loved about those moments. It was them-he and his fiancé- and if even for that small window of time there was nothing else in the world. Some days they wouldn’t speak- they would lie there together in perfect comfortable silence. The blonde haired mazoku would turn over then, Yuuri would snake an arm around his waist, and kiss that wondrously sensitive spot right where his jaw met his neck. They would both sleep together with his king’s face gently nuzzled against his neck.
Wolfram decided to turn over then- ever so gingerly as to not wake the other boy. He failed in this, and he immediately felt Yuuri stir slightly. When his eyes opened, he found his pools of green staring straight into two very sleepy and slightly groggy orbs of onyx.
“Wolfram?” His voice was quiet and remnants of slumber slurred the word together.
“Couldn’t sleep, that’s all. Sorry to wake you.” Wolfram whispered back. It was the truth, after all. A smile that he secretly loved spread its way across those lips he knew so well.
“You’re excited about tomorrow then?”
“Of course I am. I have been waiting a long time.” Wolfram kept his face serious. “What, aren’t you?”
“More than you know.” He almost cracked a smile at that- it took everything he was and calling up on several years of practice to keep it from his face. Instead, he focused his emerald gaze on the soft form of the pillow they had been sharing.
“You don’t have to go sentimental on me. You’re such a wimp.” Yuuri only closed his eyes and laughed. Wolfram felt the fingertips brush the skin of his cheek- his left cheek- where all of this began, and in spite of himself, he could not keep the slightest of contented smiles from tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“I know. Go to sleep, Wolfram.”
“Hn.”
It was the first time they slept facing each other. He still felt the gentle pressure of Yuuri’s arm, but also the warmth that radiated from being tucked against his chest that had grown considerably stronger in these past three years. Again, they were silent, and when both of their eyes were closed, he felt it was safe to let the full extent of his smile show- his little secret to the surrounding night.
It was not happenstance that Yuuri was his king- he knew that. Conrad had delivered Yuuri’s soul himself and although the beginning was rough, there was no mistaking now the power of the Maou that rested with the man whose arms he slept in. It was not even chance that led to the engagement. Now that he was older, Wolfram realized- and even admitted- he had deserved the slap that he received without knowledge of the country’s customs.
It wasn’t even a coincidence that he had fallen in love with his fiancé.
But it was a stroke of fortune that Yuuri came to realize he loved him too. And with the ceremony that he had waited years for finally arriving with the dawn’s light, it was a stroke of fortune for which he thanked everything.
~.~.~
Fic Duel Entry 2
Title: The Other Side of Fortune
Fandom: Fire Emblem: PoR/RD Second Generational
Characters/Pairing: Lucas, Geraint/Saelia
Rating: PG-13 for blood and depressingness?
Lucas…what…what happened? It was all he was able to say, and even then each word sounded strangled and as if it took every effort in his body to force it out between quivering split lips. It was more than I could say, however. I had no words to offer, and felt as if they would never come.
I could hear the words in my head that my cousin Geraint could not bring himself to say to me, however. I asked you to protect her! You promised!
You promised nothing would happen to her!
The battle had been ugly. We took so many casualties. Too many.
But I had promised Geraint. I had promised I would keep her safe. I should have been able to, but in the end….
“Saelia.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper on the wind that ripped through the ruins of the battle field. Crimson blood pooled on the ground soaked his knees, his hands, his legs, his arms, everything as he gathered the limp and lifeless fallen woman into his arms. The blood caked on his hands smeared across her porcelain skin as he caressed it, as if he could will her back to life- take her back from the goddesses by the sheer force of his desire to have her back with him.
“No.” He whispered still. “Saelia, you cannot. You cannot leave me behind. Please! Do not go where I cannot…. Saelia! Saelia!”
“SAELIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
To say that the scream was ear-piercing would be inaccurate. It was heart-piercing- and I felt as if my own would shatter under the weight of my cousin’s despair. The tears that fell from my eyes were a mockery- a poor imitation compared to sobbing that racked his entire body as it held hers.
It was cruel. Even if death, she was beautiful. The blood only seemed to enhance her scarlet eyes and the mark upon her forehead. The mark that had caused both her and Geraint so many problems and so much scrutiny when they were together. The mark that distinguished her as one of the branded.
Her father, the Archsage Soren had once told us that we were the lucky ones to have been born as full-blooded humans. We would never know what it was like to have to bear the hatred of both the humans and the laguz.
The Archsage was wrong. She was not the one who was unfortunate enough to be left behind. She was not the one who had to carry one alone.
She was not the one that would never get to meet the son or daughter that Geraint would never know he was going to have.
~.~.~
I swore I was never going back to this fandom. I lied.
Songfic Challenge: "I Don't Care" - Apocalyptica
Title: I Swear I Don't Care
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: PG-13
I loved you once.
As they drag you in front of me, your hands bound and your neck in chains, on your knees, I remember that. I wasted so much of my life chasing after you. Hoping that someday you would come back and find me waiting for you. I hoped that someday you would look up and see me as someone who stood above everyone else.
Then came the day where you said those fateful words to me. Thank you. I thought maybe…just maybe I had succeeded. For that split second, I was the happiest I ever remembered being.
Until I woke up…and you were gone.
I spent two years of my life- or rather wasted- looking for you. Perhaps I was delusional in thinking that if I grew stronger and proved that I was good enough, you would come back. It was your face, always in the back of my mind, driving me to push myself harder and harder. For so long it seemed like I couldn’t see anything else.
I failed. So perhaps I wanted to just start living my own life- for myself. Perhaps I failed at that too.
Oh you came back alright. You’re kneeling right in front of me. But it isn’t because of me, isn’t it? And it certainly isn’t your own free will. Free will never involves chains.
“Sakura.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of the truth- one he couldn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes for. I wouldn’t speak his name in return. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of my recognition.
“You know your crimes, I assume? Or must I read them to you?” Those and so many others that I am not willing to spell out in front of all these people. He nodded- nothing more, nothing less. “And I also assume you know your sentence.”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes and nodded in the direction of whatever ANBU soldier was carrying his sword. I would not look at Naruto. I could not. He had to be restrained as it was. If I looked at the pain across his face would I still be able to do this? I took Sasuke’s sword in my hand. Despite the fact that I had lifted so many things in my training, the sword was heavy in my hand. Perhaps it was because I was trembling.
“Then Uchiha Sasuke, do you have any last words?”
He knelt there for a second and I wanted to know why. Why was he not struggling? Yes, he was outnumbered, but Sasuke was so powerful. He could have at least put up a fight.
But he didn’t. He only looked up and stared straight into my eyes- mine and no one else’s.
“I wish things had not had to come to this. And…” He paused again, as if he were trying to process words that were foreign to him. Yet, his eyes never left mine. “No. That…that is all. Do…what you must.”
Do what I must. Why must I do it?
Because I loved you once. Once. But that was a long time ago. Because I will never be finished with you. Because as long as you live, I will never be free. I want to be free.
Because Naruto shouldn’t have to end his best friend’s life. I nodded. Just a little thrust- one small cut and it would all be over. It would be so easy. I don’t care about you anymore.
Then why was it so hard?
The only sounds I heard were the sounds of steel ripping through strong flesh and the Uchiha struggling for breath. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the reality of it. I was a healer. I gave people their lives- I didn’t take them. The warm blood that spattered my hands made it so difficult to pretend.
“Sakura.” The voice was little more than a whisper through ragged gasps. “I’m…I’m sorry. I really did….” I said nothing. I could say nothing.
He slumped over onto the newly bloodied dirt and fell silent and cold. I did not stand then. I sat there as they gathered up the body that I could not stand to look at. I did not move as they took the sword that I could no longer stand to touch.
The world had changed. It was over. Uchiha Sasuke was dead at my hand, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care if he was dead or alive. I was free.
Or so I told myself.
If that was so true, why couldn’t I stop the tears?
Well..Now that I'm sufficiently depressed...see you next week!
They're kind of short this week. I'm sorry!
~.~.~
Fic Duel 1: Fortune
Title: Predetermined Happenstance
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: G/PG-ish.
He awoke in what was most likely the middle of the night to the feel of chilly air on his skin and silk sheets surrounding his body. He was also blissfully aware of the weight of an arm circling his waist and hair- he knew it was black- tickling the back of his neck. He would have laughed softly, but there was just something so peacefully wonderful about the moment, and he was afraid if he moved- if he made any sound at all- it would suddenly evaporate like the slightest wisp of smoke
There had been a time when Yuuri had objected to having him sleep in his bed. The now-sleeping maou had at one time taken off down the hall in the closest thing Yuuri ever came to rage at the sight of waking up next to him. He and even demanded that the other boy find some other place in the palace to sleep. Of course, there was also a time where he objected to their engagement as well. That time lasted longer, and right now all of it seemed like an eternity ago.
Now Wolfram slept in his king’s bed whenever he chose to- which was every night they could. They would slip into the silk sheets together, and sometimes they would talk to each other. They would speak of little things, like their daughter and what a beautiful young woman she was growing into, or whatever oddity Anissina had given birth do in her mind that day. Never would he mention politics, and never would Yuuri mention the other world. It was one of those things that Wolfram loved about those moments. It was them-he and his fiancé- and if even for that small window of time there was nothing else in the world. Some days they wouldn’t speak- they would lie there together in perfect comfortable silence. The blonde haired mazoku would turn over then, Yuuri would snake an arm around his waist, and kiss that wondrously sensitive spot right where his jaw met his neck. They would both sleep together with his king’s face gently nuzzled against his neck.
Wolfram decided to turn over then- ever so gingerly as to not wake the other boy. He failed in this, and he immediately felt Yuuri stir slightly. When his eyes opened, he found his pools of green staring straight into two very sleepy and slightly groggy orbs of onyx.
“Wolfram?” His voice was quiet and remnants of slumber slurred the word together.
“Couldn’t sleep, that’s all. Sorry to wake you.” Wolfram whispered back. It was the truth, after all. A smile that he secretly loved spread its way across those lips he knew so well.
“You’re excited about tomorrow then?”
“Of course I am. I have been waiting a long time.” Wolfram kept his face serious. “What, aren’t you?”
“More than you know.” He almost cracked a smile at that- it took everything he was and calling up on several years of practice to keep it from his face. Instead, he focused his emerald gaze on the soft form of the pillow they had been sharing.
“You don’t have to go sentimental on me. You’re such a wimp.” Yuuri only closed his eyes and laughed. Wolfram felt the fingertips brush the skin of his cheek- his left cheek- where all of this began, and in spite of himself, he could not keep the slightest of contented smiles from tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“I know. Go to sleep, Wolfram.”
“Hn.”
It was the first time they slept facing each other. He still felt the gentle pressure of Yuuri’s arm, but also the warmth that radiated from being tucked against his chest that had grown considerably stronger in these past three years. Again, they were silent, and when both of their eyes were closed, he felt it was safe to let the full extent of his smile show- his little secret to the surrounding night.
It was not happenstance that Yuuri was his king- he knew that. Conrad had delivered Yuuri’s soul himself and although the beginning was rough, there was no mistaking now the power of the Maou that rested with the man whose arms he slept in. It was not even chance that led to the engagement. Now that he was older, Wolfram realized- and even admitted- he had deserved the slap that he received without knowledge of the country’s customs.
It wasn’t even a coincidence that he had fallen in love with his fiancé.
But it was a stroke of fortune that Yuuri came to realize he loved him too. And with the ceremony that he had waited years for finally arriving with the dawn’s light, it was a stroke of fortune for which he thanked everything.
~.~.~
Fic Duel Entry 2
Title: The Other Side of Fortune
Fandom: Fire Emblem: PoR/RD Second Generational
Characters/Pairing: Lucas, Geraint/Saelia
Rating: PG-13 for blood and depressingness?
Lucas…what…what happened? It was all he was able to say, and even then each word sounded strangled and as if it took every effort in his body to force it out between quivering split lips. It was more than I could say, however. I had no words to offer, and felt as if they would never come.
I could hear the words in my head that my cousin Geraint could not bring himself to say to me, however. I asked you to protect her! You promised!
You promised nothing would happen to her!
The battle had been ugly. We took so many casualties. Too many.
But I had promised Geraint. I had promised I would keep her safe. I should have been able to, but in the end….
“Saelia.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper on the wind that ripped through the ruins of the battle field. Crimson blood pooled on the ground soaked his knees, his hands, his legs, his arms, everything as he gathered the limp and lifeless fallen woman into his arms. The blood caked on his hands smeared across her porcelain skin as he caressed it, as if he could will her back to life- take her back from the goddesses by the sheer force of his desire to have her back with him.
“No.” He whispered still. “Saelia, you cannot. You cannot leave me behind. Please! Do not go where I cannot…. Saelia! Saelia!”
“SAELIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
To say that the scream was ear-piercing would be inaccurate. It was heart-piercing- and I felt as if my own would shatter under the weight of my cousin’s despair. The tears that fell from my eyes were a mockery- a poor imitation compared to sobbing that racked his entire body as it held hers.
It was cruel. Even if death, she was beautiful. The blood only seemed to enhance her scarlet eyes and the mark upon her forehead. The mark that had caused both her and Geraint so many problems and so much scrutiny when they were together. The mark that distinguished her as one of the branded.
Her father, the Archsage Soren had once told us that we were the lucky ones to have been born as full-blooded humans. We would never know what it was like to have to bear the hatred of both the humans and the laguz.
The Archsage was wrong. She was not the one who was unfortunate enough to be left behind. She was not the one who had to carry one alone.
She was not the one that would never get to meet the son or daughter that Geraint would never know he was going to have.
~.~.~
I swore I was never going back to this fandom. I lied.
Songfic Challenge: "I Don't Care" - Apocalyptica
Title: I Swear I Don't Care
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Rating: PG-13
I loved you once.
As they drag you in front of me, your hands bound and your neck in chains, on your knees, I remember that. I wasted so much of my life chasing after you. Hoping that someday you would come back and find me waiting for you. I hoped that someday you would look up and see me as someone who stood above everyone else.
Then came the day where you said those fateful words to me. Thank you. I thought maybe…just maybe I had succeeded. For that split second, I was the happiest I ever remembered being.
Until I woke up…and you were gone.
I spent two years of my life- or rather wasted- looking for you. Perhaps I was delusional in thinking that if I grew stronger and proved that I was good enough, you would come back. It was your face, always in the back of my mind, driving me to push myself harder and harder. For so long it seemed like I couldn’t see anything else.
I failed. So perhaps I wanted to just start living my own life- for myself. Perhaps I failed at that too.
Oh you came back alright. You’re kneeling right in front of me. But it isn’t because of me, isn’t it? And it certainly isn’t your own free will. Free will never involves chains.
“Sakura.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of the truth- one he couldn’t even have the decency to look me in the eyes for. I wouldn’t speak his name in return. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of my recognition.
“You know your crimes, I assume? Or must I read them to you?” Those and so many others that I am not willing to spell out in front of all these people. He nodded- nothing more, nothing less. “And I also assume you know your sentence.”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes and nodded in the direction of whatever ANBU soldier was carrying his sword. I would not look at Naruto. I could not. He had to be restrained as it was. If I looked at the pain across his face would I still be able to do this? I took Sasuke’s sword in my hand. Despite the fact that I had lifted so many things in my training, the sword was heavy in my hand. Perhaps it was because I was trembling.
“Then Uchiha Sasuke, do you have any last words?”
He knelt there for a second and I wanted to know why. Why was he not struggling? Yes, he was outnumbered, but Sasuke was so powerful. He could have at least put up a fight.
But he didn’t. He only looked up and stared straight into my eyes- mine and no one else’s.
“I wish things had not had to come to this. And…” He paused again, as if he were trying to process words that were foreign to him. Yet, his eyes never left mine. “No. That…that is all. Do…what you must.”
Do what I must. Why must I do it?
Because I loved you once. Once. But that was a long time ago. Because I will never be finished with you. Because as long as you live, I will never be free. I want to be free.
Because Naruto shouldn’t have to end his best friend’s life. I nodded. Just a little thrust- one small cut and it would all be over. It would be so easy. I don’t care about you anymore.
Then why was it so hard?
The only sounds I heard were the sounds of steel ripping through strong flesh and the Uchiha struggling for breath. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the reality of it. I was a healer. I gave people their lives- I didn’t take them. The warm blood that spattered my hands made it so difficult to pretend.
“Sakura.” The voice was little more than a whisper through ragged gasps. “I’m…I’m sorry. I really did….” I said nothing. I could say nothing.
He slumped over onto the newly bloodied dirt and fell silent and cold. I did not stand then. I sat there as they gathered up the body that I could not stand to look at. I did not move as they took the sword that I could no longer stand to touch.
The world had changed. It was over. Uchiha Sasuke was dead at my hand, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care if he was dead or alive. I was free.
Or so I told myself.
If that was so true, why couldn’t I stop the tears?
Well..Now that I'm sufficiently depressed...see you next week!