Fanfiction-y Goodness and Random Notes Concerning Artstuffs
So I posted these over in their respective communities kakasaku and tues_with_mori but I thought I would post them here in my journal as well for any of my friends who are interested in my fanfiction. Both are drabbles for two of my favorite pairings, Kakashi/Sakura (from Naruto) and Haruhi/Mori (from Ouran High School Host Club).
Here is the Kaka/Saku:
"You may now kiss the bride."
These six faithful words caused him the only hesitation he had felt during the entire ceremony. The sudden air of anticipation that swept over the hushed crowd was almost palpable. He found himself wondering, not for the first time, how many of the guests were in attendance if only for this rare opportunity.
'No,' he thought ruefully, 'they're here because they're happy for us.'
His eyes swept over the crowd and his mismatched gaze landed on one particular guest who did not seemed too happy at the prospect of watching his former sensei kiss the new bride. The scowl on Naruto's face promised pain if Kakashi so much as thought about delivering anything but chaste performance. Kakashi almost scoffed. 'As if we got to the altar without a bit of physical intimacy,' he quickly amended his thoughts, 'A lot of physical intimacy.'
Breaking his gaze from the over protective blonde he turned to face his blushing bride. Green eyes danced with mirth and one slim pink eyebrow was raised in a mocking manner that suggested that she was well aware of the internal conflict he was having and found the entire situation highly amusing.
Mind made up, he smirked and reached down for her veil while he brought two fingers up to the edge of his trademark mask. The thick tension magnified as the crowd moved as one, everyone on the edge of their seats with eyes wide as if they were afraid of missing even one detail of this monumentous occasion.
Kakashi teasingly tugged at the edge of the mask without actually removing it and wasn't surprised to hear a few strangled gasps escape a few of the more impatient revelers. Almost shaking with mirth, he wrapped his free arm around his wife's waist and quickly stooped low enough to finish the ceremony with traditional flare. In the same instant he ripped the mask from his delicate features he slipped under the veil and captured her lips with his own. He could almost feel the outrage and exasperation of the wedding guests and he could certainly hear a few indignant remarks about being cheated by a flimsy piece of opaque cloth.
Kakashi set Sakura down gently and smiled softly and she kissed him softly once more before replacing the black mask that managed to hide him from so many, but never from her. He tilted his head into the hand that rested on his cheek and chuckled at her words full of love and tenderness. "For my eyes only."
And here is the Haruhi/Mori:
She was so small.
When he had still though her to be a him and she had called for help he had instinctively reached out and in that moment he knew.
She was slight.
She was frail.
And if he wasn't careful he could break her.
He was oh so gentle with her for all the good it did.
She tripped.
She fell.
When he punished himself for failing her she told him she didn't need protection.
She needed love.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
She was so small but her heart was large and anything but fragile.
Anyway, I know a lot of you are familiar with my writing so I would appriciate comments and critque if you read these.
On another note: I need a new sketchpad desperately and I'm creating a sushi inspired ring for metals class. For all of those in/from Sioux City I can't wait to see you all over Thanksgiving! I misseded my friends.
Here is the Kaka/Saku:
"You may now kiss the bride."
These six faithful words caused him the only hesitation he had felt during the entire ceremony. The sudden air of anticipation that swept over the hushed crowd was almost palpable. He found himself wondering, not for the first time, how many of the guests were in attendance if only for this rare opportunity.
'No,' he thought ruefully, 'they're here because they're happy for us.'
His eyes swept over the crowd and his mismatched gaze landed on one particular guest who did not seemed too happy at the prospect of watching his former sensei kiss the new bride. The scowl on Naruto's face promised pain if Kakashi so much as thought about delivering anything but chaste performance. Kakashi almost scoffed. 'As if we got to the altar without a bit of physical intimacy,' he quickly amended his thoughts, 'A lot of physical intimacy.'
Breaking his gaze from the over protective blonde he turned to face his blushing bride. Green eyes danced with mirth and one slim pink eyebrow was raised in a mocking manner that suggested that she was well aware of the internal conflict he was having and found the entire situation highly amusing.
Mind made up, he smirked and reached down for her veil while he brought two fingers up to the edge of his trademark mask. The thick tension magnified as the crowd moved as one, everyone on the edge of their seats with eyes wide as if they were afraid of missing even one detail of this monumentous occasion.
Kakashi teasingly tugged at the edge of the mask without actually removing it and wasn't surprised to hear a few strangled gasps escape a few of the more impatient revelers. Almost shaking with mirth, he wrapped his free arm around his wife's waist and quickly stooped low enough to finish the ceremony with traditional flare. In the same instant he ripped the mask from his delicate features he slipped under the veil and captured her lips with his own. He could almost feel the outrage and exasperation of the wedding guests and he could certainly hear a few indignant remarks about being cheated by a flimsy piece of opaque cloth.
Kakashi set Sakura down gently and smiled softly and she kissed him softly once more before replacing the black mask that managed to hide him from so many, but never from her. He tilted his head into the hand that rested on his cheek and chuckled at her words full of love and tenderness. "For my eyes only."
And here is the Haruhi/Mori:
She was so small.
When he had still though her to be a him and she had called for help he had instinctively reached out and in that moment he knew.
She was slight.
She was frail.
And if he wasn't careful he could break her.
He was oh so gentle with her for all the good it did.
She tripped.
She fell.
When he punished himself for failing her she told him she didn't need protection.
She needed love.
And he was more than happy to oblige.
She was so small but her heart was large and anything but fragile.
Anyway, I know a lot of you are familiar with my writing so I would appriciate comments and critque if you read these.
On another note: I need a new sketchpad desperately and I'm creating a sushi inspired ring for metals class. For all of those in/from Sioux City I can't wait to see you all over Thanksgiving! I misseded my friends.