I... What am I doing again?
Okay... I just edited some things on my profile (something which I should have done ages ago) while trying to stay true to my new resolution.
30 pages a day.
Expressive writing.
Let this last.
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On another note... I shall post some of my old drabble/one-liner thingies (another thing that I should have done ages ago).
Title: Cherry
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto
Warnings: um... shallow characterization, lack of proper plot? 8D;
A/N: this is something I wrote so long ago for
shin_e
Cherry
A Prince of Tennis fanfiction
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Oshitari Yuushi had always thought that his partner’s hair resembled the color of his favorite lollipop much, not that he fancied lollipops that much. In fact, the last time he had had lollipops was years ago, when he was still in his elementary school years. And then on his second summer as a junior high school student, after their regular tennis practice, the coach summoned him to introduce him to the other member of his newly formed doubles partnership. That boy was small in size, and with pouty face and a smug voice he introduced himself.
Mukahi Gakuto.
And his hair colour reminded Oshitari of his favourite cherry flavored lollipops.
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It was one of those lazy summer afternoons when he suddenly felt like having a cherry flavoured lollipop. The atmosphere was humid, preventing him from stepping out of his comfortably air-conditioned room. There was no practice that day. Hell, maybe Atobe himself was feeling too damn lazy to move out of his posh cottage somewhere, he mused. And then his craving for the lollipop somehow managed to create the image of a certain redhead in his mind. It had been two years, he recalled. Two colourful years playing tennis with him, two interesting years taking care of him. Two years being with him. That was how that slow smile crept up Oshitari's handsome face.
Suddenly he's not all that lazy anymore.
And so he took his wallet and turned off the air-conditioner, locked his room and proceeded to the candy shop he had known from Rikkai's Marui. Once, he had been dragged there by the sweet tooth, together with Akutagawa and Mukahi. There was Jackal and Kirihara too, but he had reminded himself that Jackal was the one to take care of the Rikkai gluttons, as he was to take care of his two team mates. Oshitari had to admit, though, that they sell good quality candies and chocolates. He was not very fond of sweets himself, but that day he just felt the need to satisfy his constant craving he had been having for quite a while. But he had never expected to see his partner there.
"Yuushi?" Mukahi Gakuto. Wide eyed. In cute white hot pants and striped sleeveless hoodie.
"Gakuto?" He had a hard time figuring out whether he was surprised that the redhead was there before him or that this partner of his looked oh so cute in that outfit.
But Oshitari Yuushi does not blush.
And so he didn't. He noticed that the redhead had in his hand a red coloured lollipop. His eyes then shifted to the lollipop counter, and to his disappointment, there were no more of his favourite lollipop left. Except, of course, the one in Mukahi's hand.
And the shorter boy almost grinned.
He just knew, somehow, that he was not getting any relieve to his craving. But then again, it didn't matter anymore. He had just developed another sort of craving, a persistent one, yet he was perfectly aware that he would succeed in getting a relieve to this one. The object of his craving was then waving a piece of innocent red tinted candy as he strode calmly, menacingly towards the younger boy, eyes fixed on that of the other and a smile, smirk, formed on his delicate features. Just then Oshitari thought summer in Japan couldn't get any hotter than that.
“Sankyuu, na, Yuushi...” the redhead whispered to his ear as he tiptoed. His breath caressing the small just before his nape and he felt blood gushing up his face. It must be the heat, he told himself.
Fortunately, being adept in this game himself, Oshitari managed to grab the smaller boy's wrist just before he touched the handle of the door to the candy shop. He spun around swiftly and narrowed his eyes.
“Who said I'm letting you have it all to yourself?” He whispered back to him, voice low and breathy. How it resulted in a splash of red, rivaling the said lollipop in Mukahi's hand, totally amused him. Oshitari knew his voice does wonders, especially to a certain energetic boy with red hair and pouty lips. With that, he seized the chance to take the said lollipop away from Mukahi and walked out of the store, knowing that the other boy would follow.
“Yuushi, not fair!” His partner whined, tailing him out of the store with the blush still on his face. The bespectacled had unwrapped the candy and was on the verge of putting it into his mouth when Mukahi tripped behind him. As much as he takes pride in his swift reflexes, Oshitari Yuushi almost hit himself in the head when he turned around and opened his arms to prevent his bundle of red fur from falling and let his newly unwrapped lollipop fall to the ground. He should have known that Mukahi Gakuto doesn't fall.
Yet, Mukahi let himself land on his double partner's chest. Yuushi always feels nice, he mused silently. Of course he wouldn't actually say it out loud in front of the other boy, his pride would never forgive him for that. He squeaked when he saw the sweet he bought just minutes ago lying helplessly on the ground next to them.
“Yu-Yuushi! The lollipop!” He pointed at the inanimate red object almost frantically.
The taller boy sighed and helped his partner stand up properly while keeping him in his loose embrace still. “I'm sorry I dropped it. Do you want anything to replace it?”
“But you were the one who looked desperately in need of it just now. I wasn't really planning to buy anything, it's just that the look you did back then kinda inspired me to, you know, not let you have it?” He snickered half apologetically.
“Right, I was craving for that moments ago,” he admitted,” but now I think I've developed another craving. And I guess you can have my forgiveness if you are willing to help me sate my craving, Gakuto.”
“Er... sure?” Mukahi had a feeling that the genius was scheming, but he was half responsible for the loss of the object that was supposed to sate his friend's craving. He had no choice but to cooperate.
“Great,” he smiled. Before Mukahi could even guess what Oshitari was up to, a pair of moist lips were planted on his, making his eyes widened before fluttering close. The kiss ended a little too soon for the redhead's liking, only to land again on his forehead.
“Gochizousama deshita.” Oshitari finally whispered softly on his ear.
It was one humid summer day and Oshitari finally got to satisfy his craving. But then again, this particular craving of his might never be satisfied after all since he would keep ending up wanting more of it, more of a particular redhead who finally snapped out of his daze and was running after him with a smack of red on his face and a cute pout on his lips.
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aQuatix
[06222008 - 0745]
Title: And the Wind...
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: Lame title ish lame title.
A/N: something I did for the DGM Summer Exchange. I was amused when I found out that my assignment was for rions
And the Wind...
a D.Gray-Man fanfiction
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And another bloodshed marked the end of summer this year.
How ironic. Just when one thought the mission was not going to be a quiet one with a company like that, it was certainly calm that night. So calm, even the sound of the wind could not be heard, presence not felt. It was another hot summer night, the weather was.
But the air was cold.
--
It was hot. Summer was ending but damn if it wasn't hot, even at that time of the day. The sun looked as if it's going down anytime soon but it seemed that it still had enough heat to share with the rest of the living being on earth. And Kanda Yuu hated it when it's hot outside. It never failed to give him a major headache.
...wait.
“Why on earth am I doing this with this idiot?”
A scowl.
“Because I had been so kind as to wake you up this morning from whatever seems like a nightmare, sa!”
A grin.
“Che. I don't remember asking anyone to do anything.”
A slight twitch.
Darn the weather. It was even too much to threaten and glare, let alone make a good use out of Mugen, even with that idiotic talking nonsense next to him. There was not even a slight wind blowing and they dared say that autumn is starting. Oh whatever. He didn't even know anymore whether to be thankful or to be bothered by the fact that he was wearing a yukata. It was almost too long ago that he last wore that, but there was no way he would forget how to wear it properly. Come to think of it, it was kind of surprising that the redhead knew how to wear it the right way too, considering his origins.
Ah, he forgot.
He was a bookman apprentice.
--
The other exorcist was surprisingly less noisy as they walked around into the night. Lights were flashing, a little too blinding, a little too merry. Did they not know that it was only a mere twenty hours back or so that blood was splattered around that flowerbed? Foolish woman for thinking that that parasitic innocence would synchronize with just anyone. Foolish of her for feeling so much pity. Foolish of her for trying so hard. How foolish could humans get?
Pale hand reached out to touch the stem of the red flower. They said it was just a legend that the cherry blossom flowers gained its colour from the blood of the bodies buried beneath. He wondered, now.
Certainly he didn't fail to notice the taller figure standing a few steps behind him between his train of thoughts. Watching? Waiting? He couldn't care less.
“What do you want.”
That sounded more like a demand than a question.
“Nothing, Yuu. Nothing...”
Smile.
“Che.”
Walk away.
And another conversation ended.
--
Wind chimes. They had ended up in that sea of light once again, in front of a wind chime seller, for a reason they were too lazy to think. It seemed that somewhere in the middle of walking and looking around, the taller of the two had regained his habit of talking in that whiny tone he often use to annoy the hell out of him. What is so amusing about these wind chimes anyway? They are noisy, just like him. And they break easily too, just like him.
One chime, though, stood out to him somehow. It was made of glass, and there was no ornate design or paintings on it, unlike the rest. There rested only white, almost translucent, slurry lines and curls. It fluttered softly, almost calling.
“Yuu, you want it?”
“...no.”
And he left before the other could stop him.
--
As he had thought, it felt better near the river. There were less people and more air to breathe in. There were less noises and more evening sky to drink in. Too bad there was no wind blowing. At times like those, he often wondered what would happen should he cease to exist. Would things be different? Would there be less or more victims of those Akuma? Would anyone else be the one wield Mugen?
...would anyone miss him?
And then his mind would stop somewhere to think about that thing he hated most. He'd thought about what lies beyond those words, those looks. Not that he cared, of course. He just wanted to know, because not knowing got him feeling uneasy. Uneasy because that would mean that the other would have advantage over him. He always seemed to know much about various things, while not letting anyone know what went on his mind. And Kanda Yuu, unfortunately, was among those things he understood well, and did not understand him in return. Not that the said person realised that.
Ah darn the cool air, darn the nightsky, darn the fireflies. He didn't want to waste his time thinking things like those, yet those thought came striding in without permission, invading his mind as if...
As if it matters so much to him.
A soft breeze stopped his contemplation, as a tingling sound of a chime was heard. How careless of him to indulge so deeply in such nonsensical rumination, so much he failed to notice the presence of another just behind him. Oh, how he hated his stupid habit of standing a mere few steps behind him to look at him like that, unnecessarily recording that sight of him.
Just another ink on paper.
“...Yuu-”
Ah, there, he'd done it. The weather must have gotten on his nerves so bad that he had to push the other against a tree by the collar. And glare. And something fell from that person's hand to the ground as he held his hands up.
The wind chime. It didn't break.
“Let me ask you one final time. What do you want.”
“I just thought...” He leaned forward to touch the other's wild strand of hair, just close enough to let his breath tickle that pale nape of his. Close enough to send those glaring eyes fluttering shut. “You looked like you wanted it... so I bought it for Yuu, sa.”
He leaned back and smiled. He smiled a smile that got the other's pair of midnight coloured orbs widen as soon as they regained sight of what was happening. Before those eyebrows formed a frown, that is.
“...baka usagi.”
And that was all that managed to escape his lips before he leaned in to close the gap between them. All that was heard was the sound of the wind accompanied by the awkward tinkling sound of the chime which was lying on the ground, not forgotten.
He knew it when he felt warm arms enveloping him. That bastard rabbit was not surprised. He never did.
--
The way home was unusually quiet, if not for the sound of the wind chime. But it was neither those awkward nor those pregnant silence. In fact, they were just seemingly quiet, while in truth conversing through those gestures and glances.
Kanda Yuu was wrong when he thought he did not know him. He was wrong when he thought he did not let him know him.
And the weather was cool. And the air warm. That should suffice to explain that red streak on his cheek right?
Title: After the Rain
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: eh... weird pacing and weird plot?
A/N: This happens before I got to know Mononoke, so... yeah...
After the Rain
a D.Gray-Man fanfiction
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It was one summer afternoon when Lavi came across that abandoned Ferris wheel. And that long haired person. Something about that person instantly captivated him. Maybe it was the way that silky black hair danced with the wind, or the way that stalk of crimson rose was held in front of that person's chest, or how that person stood still, looking at the Ferris wheel. Or maybe how the scene felt a little too familiar to him, as if it were bound to happen. There he stood, next to his motorcycle, his glances moved from the black ribbon decorating the stalk of rose, to the back of that slightly oversized shirt that person wore, to the bangs covering part of that person's face as the rose was put somewhere near the small gate that leads to the Ferris wheel. That person took a last glance at the Ferris wheel, as if there was something important, something emotional there. And then, much to Lavi's disappointment, that person walked away.
Another time that he walked past that Ferris wheel was unintentional. He was on his way home, walking leisurely as he enjoyed the slight summer shower. But before he realised what he was doing, he found himself nearing the place where he first met that beautiful person. And there he saw that person again. He stopped somewhere close enough to observe, yet not close enough, he hoped, for that person to realise his presence. There was another stalk of crimson coloured rose with black ribbon, freshly put near the entrance to the Ferris wheel. The long haired one stood up quietly, gracefully, as those strands of black hair glided past that person's shoulder. That was when he finally realized that the drizzle had gone too heavy to call a drizzle. Clumsily yet swiftly, he took out his umbrella from his sling bag as he approached the owner of that beautiful hair. His body moved before his brain could even process what was going on.
“Miss, wait!” He called out when that person took a step away from the vicinity, before he finally got close enough to shelter that beauty from the rain.
To his surprise, that person turned to look at him with eyes sharp enough to make Lavi's mouth open halfway, unable to utter the words which had already been at the tip of his tongue one moment ago, and muttered something under his breath.
“I am NOT a girl.”
Apologies flew out of his mouth as the other boy attempted to get away from Lavi by quickening his pace. Lavi too followed suit beside him, insisting on sharing the umbrella, for a reason he himself found difficult to point out. He had never shared his umbrella with anyone before, partly because most of the time he was too lazy to make use of his umbrella, and he felt a little awkward sharing it with this beautiful stranger. He didn't even know his name. He didn't even know where they were heading. He didn't even know what on earth he was doing.
“Hey... forgive me? Please?” No answer. Lavi sighed. “At least let me do something to apologise.” And that person stopped.
“What do you want?” He asked curtly. Not bothering to look at Lavi.
“Hmm... what do I want eh?” He rolled his eyes, thinking of what sort of things he could do to earn this boy's forgiveness. “Ah! Now will you please just follow me? The rain is getting heavier and I think it’s best if we go somewhere and get dry.”
He had expected another protest but to his surprise, that person replied with a soft grunt and followed him anyway. He chuckled lightly and led both of them to somewhere that looked like a small shop. They entered the place and Lavi put his umbrella somewhere near the window to let it dry when the rain stops. The long haired boy was looking around the place when Lavi disappeared to another part of the shop.
“You can sit anywhere you like. It's a shop run by some of my friends and me,” he explained, voice raised a little so that the other boy could hear him.
That boy made himself comfortable on one of the chairs surrounding what looks like a dining table. There tables, three of them, but the other two, he thought, looked more like desks than just table. He had his left elbow on the table, hand supporting his chin as he looked out of the window. It was still raining.
“Here. As a token of my apology,” the redhead suddenly appeared next to him, putting a cup of tea on the table before sitting right across him.
The boy didn't bother to say anything and took the cup of tea on his hand and blew the hot steam before taking a sip. And another. And then he put it back on the table before resuming looking out of the window. Lavi used this opportunity to look more closely at the boy's features. The long eyelashes, the pale complexion, the thin fingers... Suddenly he felt it again, that familiar feeling. The boy turned around and their eyes met. For a moment, Lavi thought he had forgotten how to breathe. Those eyes, those midnight coloured eyes shone with something Lavi could not put in words. It was as if he had looked into those eyes thousands of times before this.
“What are you looking at?” Ah, that harsh tone again.
“I... Have we ever met before?”
“Of course not.” Short and sharp. And he took another sip of his tea.
“Ah, of course.” Lavi leaned back on his chair. “How silly of me...”
The black haired boy put the cup down as he stood up as elegant as ever, or so Lavi thought. He pointed out of the window when Lavi looked at him questioningly, before looking out of the window and realising that the rain had finally stopped.
“Hey, will I... Can I see you again?” He must have sounded pretty uncool there, he thought. He had had experiences with pick-up lines, flirtations, invitations to future dates, but all those are addressed to girls. And this beauty before him was not just some girl. He would want to see him again. He needed to. He just knew it.
“...Maybe.” The boy replied softly, almost sentimentally, as he opened the door. “It was... good. The tea.” He added just before he walked out of the small shop, disappearing before Lavi could say anything. Upon realisation that he was gone, the redhead suddenly felt so stupid that he could almost hit himself on the head.
“I didn't even ask for his name!”
“Whose name?” Came a girl's voice.
“Le-Lenalee-chan? A-aah... There was someone here a moment ago. And he said my tea was good. And stupid me didn't even ask for his name!” Lavi almost wailed at his friend.
“Does it bother you so much? I mean... it is possible that you will find him again here if you think he likes your tea.”
“I... don't know about that.” Something about him felt so distant, yet all too familiar. “Ne, Lenalee-chan... Do you know about that abandoned ferris wheel?”
“Hmm... if I'm not mistaken, it is said that some two hundred years ago, there was a fight between the exorcists and the Noahs there. I'm not sure what it was about because my history isn't that good. And among the exorcists, two died there. I think nobody had bothered to repair or renovate the location ever since that battle. I don't know. Maybe it's the people's way of respecting the exorcists...”
“I know about that war but I... didn't know that two exorcists died there.” But what does it have to do with that boy putting a rose there?
That question plagued Lavi's mind for quite some time, unanswered. There was another time that Lavi walked past that abandoned Ferris wheel after that meeting with the beautiful boy. And that time too, there was that crimson red rose, with a black ribbon on it.
Suddenly it doesn't matter anymore why that boy put a rose there. Because with that boy, the rose, and himself, the picture just looked so right, felt so right to him. And somehow, just somehow, Lavi knew that he would see that boy with those beautiful black locks again. He would wait, even if it takes forever for that to happen. And the next time it happens, Lavi made a mental note, he would ask for his name, and maybe his number if he got lucky.
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aQuatix
[07142008 - 0651]
Title: 49½
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: this may sound nonsensical. 8D;
A/N:
49½
a D.Gray-Man drabble
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And one morning he woke up with only that eye-patch next to him. A breakfast and a shower later, people seemed to start looking at him with wild eyes and talking to each other as if the world was ending.
...Or maybe it was.
He had left, slipping out between the night, leaving everything behind. Leaving him behind. Leaving Lavi behind. He just thought that Lavi should stay, because he had entrusted that name to him. And Lavi would be remembered by everyone because everyone loved Lavi. Besides, there really wasn’t much need for him anyway.
So from then on, he’d be Lavi.
Besides, he has got that eye-patch with him anyway.
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aQuatix
[10262008 - 0813]
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Okay long entry is long. I think these memes must have bored some of you to death.
I. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
II. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
As tagged by ravient yet again
1. Make a list of 5 things you can see:
- Hacchan, my laptop
- my speakers
- a RabiYuu doujinshi
- Time: A User’s Guide by Stefan Klein
- My sketchbook which serves the purpose of my space abuse obsession
2. Would you ever get plastic surgery?
I won’t.
3. What do you do to relieve stress?
Let it out of my system (even though I know that catharsis is bad, this is not catharsis, this is venting out 8D;)
4. What's your occupation?
Student
5. Do you nap a lot?
Not usually
6. What is your favourite pastime?
Reading a good book. Which is rare.
7. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
- Sequencing
- Details
- Characterisation
- Seiyuu
- D.Gray-Man
- forty nine and black
- Murakami Haruki
- Language (written) and impression formation
- Mononoke
- abusing space
- colours
8. What was the last thing you ate today?
Royce Champagne Nama Chocolate
9. What was the last text message you received?
“/gyuu”
10. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
LiveJournal, email.smu.edu.sg
11. What are you doing now?
Doing the meme and trying to sort my virtual stuff.
12. What are you listening to right now?
Gimmick Game - Ninomiya Kazunari
13. If you could pick another name for you, what would it be?
Felince. Not much difference? Because I like cats, and thus I like my name. *bricked*
14. What is your zodiac sign?
Capricorn
15. What is your favorite season, and why?
I like all seasons. There are always something to smile for anyway.
16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
Forgive me, you know who you are, but... Piano.
17. Do you have any siblings?
Yes. A younger brother.
18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
To everyone, actually. Thank you. Sorry. Ganbatte. ♥
19. What is your means of self expression of choice, why, and how did you start doing so?
Writing. Because I feel like it’s rather fundamental, a little primitive, even. Most people can read, and have the capability to produce words, creoles, languages. Yet there are so many meanings you can embed in it, and there are so many ways in which a single word can be interpreted. I used to hate writing when I was in grade school, because I sucked big time. But then it came to me like a karma, I can’t really pinpoint the exact time I started writing the way I define it right now but it came to me almost naturally. See how almost means so much in the previous sentence? ;3
20. Say something to the person who tagged you:
I knew you would tag me too. LOL. And, if my randomness disappoints you, sorry. 8D;
And I shall tag... Anyone who wants to do this. Really. I need to read... things, now.
Until next time?
30 pages a day.
Expressive writing.
Let this last.
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On another note... I shall post some of my old drabble/one-liner thingies (another thing that I should have done ages ago).
Title: Cherry
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oshitari/Gakuto
Warnings: um... shallow characterization, lack of proper plot? 8D;
A/N: this is something I wrote so long ago for
shin_e
Cherry
A Prince of Tennis fanfiction
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Oshitari Yuushi had always thought that his partner’s hair resembled the color of his favorite lollipop much, not that he fancied lollipops that much. In fact, the last time he had had lollipops was years ago, when he was still in his elementary school years. And then on his second summer as a junior high school student, after their regular tennis practice, the coach summoned him to introduce him to the other member of his newly formed doubles partnership. That boy was small in size, and with pouty face and a smug voice he introduced himself.
Mukahi Gakuto.
And his hair colour reminded Oshitari of his favourite cherry flavored lollipops.
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It was one of those lazy summer afternoons when he suddenly felt like having a cherry flavoured lollipop. The atmosphere was humid, preventing him from stepping out of his comfortably air-conditioned room. There was no practice that day. Hell, maybe Atobe himself was feeling too damn lazy to move out of his posh cottage somewhere, he mused. And then his craving for the lollipop somehow managed to create the image of a certain redhead in his mind. It had been two years, he recalled. Two colourful years playing tennis with him, two interesting years taking care of him. Two years being with him. That was how that slow smile crept up Oshitari's handsome face.
Suddenly he's not all that lazy anymore.
And so he took his wallet and turned off the air-conditioner, locked his room and proceeded to the candy shop he had known from Rikkai's Marui. Once, he had been dragged there by the sweet tooth, together with Akutagawa and Mukahi. There was Jackal and Kirihara too, but he had reminded himself that Jackal was the one to take care of the Rikkai gluttons, as he was to take care of his two team mates. Oshitari had to admit, though, that they sell good quality candies and chocolates. He was not very fond of sweets himself, but that day he just felt the need to satisfy his constant craving he had been having for quite a while. But he had never expected to see his partner there.
"Yuushi?" Mukahi Gakuto. Wide eyed. In cute white hot pants and striped sleeveless hoodie.
"Gakuto?" He had a hard time figuring out whether he was surprised that the redhead was there before him or that this partner of his looked oh so cute in that outfit.
But Oshitari Yuushi does not blush.
And so he didn't. He noticed that the redhead had in his hand a red coloured lollipop. His eyes then shifted to the lollipop counter, and to his disappointment, there were no more of his favourite lollipop left. Except, of course, the one in Mukahi's hand.
And the shorter boy almost grinned.
He just knew, somehow, that he was not getting any relieve to his craving. But then again, it didn't matter anymore. He had just developed another sort of craving, a persistent one, yet he was perfectly aware that he would succeed in getting a relieve to this one. The object of his craving was then waving a piece of innocent red tinted candy as he strode calmly, menacingly towards the younger boy, eyes fixed on that of the other and a smile, smirk, formed on his delicate features. Just then Oshitari thought summer in Japan couldn't get any hotter than that.
“Sankyuu, na, Yuushi...” the redhead whispered to his ear as he tiptoed. His breath caressing the small just before his nape and he felt blood gushing up his face. It must be the heat, he told himself.
Fortunately, being adept in this game himself, Oshitari managed to grab the smaller boy's wrist just before he touched the handle of the door to the candy shop. He spun around swiftly and narrowed his eyes.
“Who said I'm letting you have it all to yourself?” He whispered back to him, voice low and breathy. How it resulted in a splash of red, rivaling the said lollipop in Mukahi's hand, totally amused him. Oshitari knew his voice does wonders, especially to a certain energetic boy with red hair and pouty lips. With that, he seized the chance to take the said lollipop away from Mukahi and walked out of the store, knowing that the other boy would follow.
“Yuushi, not fair!” His partner whined, tailing him out of the store with the blush still on his face. The bespectacled had unwrapped the candy and was on the verge of putting it into his mouth when Mukahi tripped behind him. As much as he takes pride in his swift reflexes, Oshitari Yuushi almost hit himself in the head when he turned around and opened his arms to prevent his bundle of red fur from falling and let his newly unwrapped lollipop fall to the ground. He should have known that Mukahi Gakuto doesn't fall.
Yet, Mukahi let himself land on his double partner's chest. Yuushi always feels nice, he mused silently. Of course he wouldn't actually say it out loud in front of the other boy, his pride would never forgive him for that. He squeaked when he saw the sweet he bought just minutes ago lying helplessly on the ground next to them.
“Yu-Yuushi! The lollipop!” He pointed at the inanimate red object almost frantically.
The taller boy sighed and helped his partner stand up properly while keeping him in his loose embrace still. “I'm sorry I dropped it. Do you want anything to replace it?”
“But you were the one who looked desperately in need of it just now. I wasn't really planning to buy anything, it's just that the look you did back then kinda inspired me to, you know, not let you have it?” He snickered half apologetically.
“Right, I was craving for that moments ago,” he admitted,” but now I think I've developed another craving. And I guess you can have my forgiveness if you are willing to help me sate my craving, Gakuto.”
“Er... sure?” Mukahi had a feeling that the genius was scheming, but he was half responsible for the loss of the object that was supposed to sate his friend's craving. He had no choice but to cooperate.
“Great,” he smiled. Before Mukahi could even guess what Oshitari was up to, a pair of moist lips were planted on his, making his eyes widened before fluttering close. The kiss ended a little too soon for the redhead's liking, only to land again on his forehead.
“Gochizousama deshita.” Oshitari finally whispered softly on his ear.
It was one humid summer day and Oshitari finally got to satisfy his craving. But then again, this particular craving of his might never be satisfied after all since he would keep ending up wanting more of it, more of a particular redhead who finally snapped out of his daze and was running after him with a smack of red on his face and a cute pout on his lips.
--
aQuatix
[06222008 - 0745]
Title: And the Wind...
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: Lame title ish lame title.
A/N: something I did for the DGM Summer Exchange. I was amused when I found out that my assignment was for rions
And the Wind...
a D.Gray-Man fanfiction
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And another bloodshed marked the end of summer this year.
How ironic. Just when one thought the mission was not going to be a quiet one with a company like that, it was certainly calm that night. So calm, even the sound of the wind could not be heard, presence not felt. It was another hot summer night, the weather was.
But the air was cold.
--
It was hot. Summer was ending but damn if it wasn't hot, even at that time of the day. The sun looked as if it's going down anytime soon but it seemed that it still had enough heat to share with the rest of the living being on earth. And Kanda Yuu hated it when it's hot outside. It never failed to give him a major headache.
...wait.
“Why on earth am I doing this with this idiot?”
A scowl.
“Because I had been so kind as to wake you up this morning from whatever seems like a nightmare, sa!”
A grin.
“Che. I don't remember asking anyone to do anything.”
A slight twitch.
Darn the weather. It was even too much to threaten and glare, let alone make a good use out of Mugen, even with that idiotic talking nonsense next to him. There was not even a slight wind blowing and they dared say that autumn is starting. Oh whatever. He didn't even know anymore whether to be thankful or to be bothered by the fact that he was wearing a yukata. It was almost too long ago that he last wore that, but there was no way he would forget how to wear it properly. Come to think of it, it was kind of surprising that the redhead knew how to wear it the right way too, considering his origins.
Ah, he forgot.
He was a bookman apprentice.
--
The other exorcist was surprisingly less noisy as they walked around into the night. Lights were flashing, a little too blinding, a little too merry. Did they not know that it was only a mere twenty hours back or so that blood was splattered around that flowerbed? Foolish woman for thinking that that parasitic innocence would synchronize with just anyone. Foolish of her for feeling so much pity. Foolish of her for trying so hard. How foolish could humans get?
Pale hand reached out to touch the stem of the red flower. They said it was just a legend that the cherry blossom flowers gained its colour from the blood of the bodies buried beneath. He wondered, now.
Certainly he didn't fail to notice the taller figure standing a few steps behind him between his train of thoughts. Watching? Waiting? He couldn't care less.
“What do you want.”
That sounded more like a demand than a question.
“Nothing, Yuu. Nothing...”
Smile.
“Che.”
Walk away.
And another conversation ended.
--
Wind chimes. They had ended up in that sea of light once again, in front of a wind chime seller, for a reason they were too lazy to think. It seemed that somewhere in the middle of walking and looking around, the taller of the two had regained his habit of talking in that whiny tone he often use to annoy the hell out of him. What is so amusing about these wind chimes anyway? They are noisy, just like him. And they break easily too, just like him.
One chime, though, stood out to him somehow. It was made of glass, and there was no ornate design or paintings on it, unlike the rest. There rested only white, almost translucent, slurry lines and curls. It fluttered softly, almost calling.
“Yuu, you want it?”
“...no.”
And he left before the other could stop him.
--
As he had thought, it felt better near the river. There were less people and more air to breathe in. There were less noises and more evening sky to drink in. Too bad there was no wind blowing. At times like those, he often wondered what would happen should he cease to exist. Would things be different? Would there be less or more victims of those Akuma? Would anyone else be the one wield Mugen?
...would anyone miss him?
And then his mind would stop somewhere to think about that thing he hated most. He'd thought about what lies beyond those words, those looks. Not that he cared, of course. He just wanted to know, because not knowing got him feeling uneasy. Uneasy because that would mean that the other would have advantage over him. He always seemed to know much about various things, while not letting anyone know what went on his mind. And Kanda Yuu, unfortunately, was among those things he understood well, and did not understand him in return. Not that the said person realised that.
Ah darn the cool air, darn the nightsky, darn the fireflies. He didn't want to waste his time thinking things like those, yet those thought came striding in without permission, invading his mind as if...
As if it matters so much to him.
A soft breeze stopped his contemplation, as a tingling sound of a chime was heard. How careless of him to indulge so deeply in such nonsensical rumination, so much he failed to notice the presence of another just behind him. Oh, how he hated his stupid habit of standing a mere few steps behind him to look at him like that, unnecessarily recording that sight of him.
Just another ink on paper.
“...Yuu-”
Ah, there, he'd done it. The weather must have gotten on his nerves so bad that he had to push the other against a tree by the collar. And glare. And something fell from that person's hand to the ground as he held his hands up.
The wind chime. It didn't break.
“Let me ask you one final time. What do you want.”
“I just thought...” He leaned forward to touch the other's wild strand of hair, just close enough to let his breath tickle that pale nape of his. Close enough to send those glaring eyes fluttering shut. “You looked like you wanted it... so I bought it for Yuu, sa.”
He leaned back and smiled. He smiled a smile that got the other's pair of midnight coloured orbs widen as soon as they regained sight of what was happening. Before those eyebrows formed a frown, that is.
“...baka usagi.”
And that was all that managed to escape his lips before he leaned in to close the gap between them. All that was heard was the sound of the wind accompanied by the awkward tinkling sound of the chime which was lying on the ground, not forgotten.
He knew it when he felt warm arms enveloping him. That bastard rabbit was not surprised. He never did.
--
The way home was unusually quiet, if not for the sound of the wind chime. But it was neither those awkward nor those pregnant silence. In fact, they were just seemingly quiet, while in truth conversing through those gestures and glances.
Kanda Yuu was wrong when he thought he did not know him. He was wrong when he thought he did not let him know him.
And the weather was cool. And the air warm. That should suffice to explain that red streak on his cheek right?
Title: After the Rain
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: eh... weird pacing and weird plot?
A/N: This happens before I got to know Mononoke, so... yeah...
After the Rain
a D.Gray-Man fanfiction
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It was one summer afternoon when Lavi came across that abandoned Ferris wheel. And that long haired person. Something about that person instantly captivated him. Maybe it was the way that silky black hair danced with the wind, or the way that stalk of crimson rose was held in front of that person's chest, or how that person stood still, looking at the Ferris wheel. Or maybe how the scene felt a little too familiar to him, as if it were bound to happen. There he stood, next to his motorcycle, his glances moved from the black ribbon decorating the stalk of rose, to the back of that slightly oversized shirt that person wore, to the bangs covering part of that person's face as the rose was put somewhere near the small gate that leads to the Ferris wheel. That person took a last glance at the Ferris wheel, as if there was something important, something emotional there. And then, much to Lavi's disappointment, that person walked away.
Another time that he walked past that Ferris wheel was unintentional. He was on his way home, walking leisurely as he enjoyed the slight summer shower. But before he realised what he was doing, he found himself nearing the place where he first met that beautiful person. And there he saw that person again. He stopped somewhere close enough to observe, yet not close enough, he hoped, for that person to realise his presence. There was another stalk of crimson coloured rose with black ribbon, freshly put near the entrance to the Ferris wheel. The long haired one stood up quietly, gracefully, as those strands of black hair glided past that person's shoulder. That was when he finally realized that the drizzle had gone too heavy to call a drizzle. Clumsily yet swiftly, he took out his umbrella from his sling bag as he approached the owner of that beautiful hair. His body moved before his brain could even process what was going on.
“Miss, wait!” He called out when that person took a step away from the vicinity, before he finally got close enough to shelter that beauty from the rain.
To his surprise, that person turned to look at him with eyes sharp enough to make Lavi's mouth open halfway, unable to utter the words which had already been at the tip of his tongue one moment ago, and muttered something under his breath.
“I am NOT a girl.”
Apologies flew out of his mouth as the other boy attempted to get away from Lavi by quickening his pace. Lavi too followed suit beside him, insisting on sharing the umbrella, for a reason he himself found difficult to point out. He had never shared his umbrella with anyone before, partly because most of the time he was too lazy to make use of his umbrella, and he felt a little awkward sharing it with this beautiful stranger. He didn't even know his name. He didn't even know where they were heading. He didn't even know what on earth he was doing.
“Hey... forgive me? Please?” No answer. Lavi sighed. “At least let me do something to apologise.” And that person stopped.
“What do you want?” He asked curtly. Not bothering to look at Lavi.
“Hmm... what do I want eh?” He rolled his eyes, thinking of what sort of things he could do to earn this boy's forgiveness. “Ah! Now will you please just follow me? The rain is getting heavier and I think it’s best if we go somewhere and get dry.”
He had expected another protest but to his surprise, that person replied with a soft grunt and followed him anyway. He chuckled lightly and led both of them to somewhere that looked like a small shop. They entered the place and Lavi put his umbrella somewhere near the window to let it dry when the rain stops. The long haired boy was looking around the place when Lavi disappeared to another part of the shop.
“You can sit anywhere you like. It's a shop run by some of my friends and me,” he explained, voice raised a little so that the other boy could hear him.
That boy made himself comfortable on one of the chairs surrounding what looks like a dining table. There tables, three of them, but the other two, he thought, looked more like desks than just table. He had his left elbow on the table, hand supporting his chin as he looked out of the window. It was still raining.
“Here. As a token of my apology,” the redhead suddenly appeared next to him, putting a cup of tea on the table before sitting right across him.
The boy didn't bother to say anything and took the cup of tea on his hand and blew the hot steam before taking a sip. And another. And then he put it back on the table before resuming looking out of the window. Lavi used this opportunity to look more closely at the boy's features. The long eyelashes, the pale complexion, the thin fingers... Suddenly he felt it again, that familiar feeling. The boy turned around and their eyes met. For a moment, Lavi thought he had forgotten how to breathe. Those eyes, those midnight coloured eyes shone with something Lavi could not put in words. It was as if he had looked into those eyes thousands of times before this.
“What are you looking at?” Ah, that harsh tone again.
“I... Have we ever met before?”
“Of course not.” Short and sharp. And he took another sip of his tea.
“Ah, of course.” Lavi leaned back on his chair. “How silly of me...”
The black haired boy put the cup down as he stood up as elegant as ever, or so Lavi thought. He pointed out of the window when Lavi looked at him questioningly, before looking out of the window and realising that the rain had finally stopped.
“Hey, will I... Can I see you again?” He must have sounded pretty uncool there, he thought. He had had experiences with pick-up lines, flirtations, invitations to future dates, but all those are addressed to girls. And this beauty before him was not just some girl. He would want to see him again. He needed to. He just knew it.
“...Maybe.” The boy replied softly, almost sentimentally, as he opened the door. “It was... good. The tea.” He added just before he walked out of the small shop, disappearing before Lavi could say anything. Upon realisation that he was gone, the redhead suddenly felt so stupid that he could almost hit himself on the head.
“I didn't even ask for his name!”
“Whose name?” Came a girl's voice.
“Le-Lenalee-chan? A-aah... There was someone here a moment ago. And he said my tea was good. And stupid me didn't even ask for his name!” Lavi almost wailed at his friend.
“Does it bother you so much? I mean... it is possible that you will find him again here if you think he likes your tea.”
“I... don't know about that.” Something about him felt so distant, yet all too familiar. “Ne, Lenalee-chan... Do you know about that abandoned ferris wheel?”
“Hmm... if I'm not mistaken, it is said that some two hundred years ago, there was a fight between the exorcists and the Noahs there. I'm not sure what it was about because my history isn't that good. And among the exorcists, two died there. I think nobody had bothered to repair or renovate the location ever since that battle. I don't know. Maybe it's the people's way of respecting the exorcists...”
“I know about that war but I... didn't know that two exorcists died there.” But what does it have to do with that boy putting a rose there?
That question plagued Lavi's mind for quite some time, unanswered. There was another time that Lavi walked past that abandoned Ferris wheel after that meeting with the beautiful boy. And that time too, there was that crimson red rose, with a black ribbon on it.
Suddenly it doesn't matter anymore why that boy put a rose there. Because with that boy, the rose, and himself, the picture just looked so right, felt so right to him. And somehow, just somehow, Lavi knew that he would see that boy with those beautiful black locks again. He would wait, even if it takes forever for that to happen. And the next time it happens, Lavi made a mental note, he would ask for his name, and maybe his number if he got lucky.
--
aQuatix
[07142008 - 0651]
Title: 49½
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: RabiYuu
Warnings: this may sound nonsensical. 8D;
A/N:
49½
a D.Gray-Man drabble
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And one morning he woke up with only that eye-patch next to him. A breakfast and a shower later, people seemed to start looking at him with wild eyes and talking to each other as if the world was ending.
...Or maybe it was.
He had left, slipping out between the night, leaving everything behind. Leaving him behind. Leaving Lavi behind. He just thought that Lavi should stay, because he had entrusted that name to him. And Lavi would be remembered by everyone because everyone loved Lavi. Besides, there really wasn’t much need for him anyway.
So from then on, he’d be Lavi.
Besides, he has got that eye-patch with him anyway.
--
aQuatix
[10262008 - 0813]
--
Okay long entry is long. I think these memes must have bored some of you to death.
I. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
II. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.
As tagged by ravient yet again
1. Make a list of 5 things you can see:
- Hacchan, my laptop
- my speakers
- a RabiYuu doujinshi
- Time: A User’s Guide by Stefan Klein
- My sketchbook which serves the purpose of my space abuse obsession
2. Would you ever get plastic surgery?
I won’t.
3. What do you do to relieve stress?
Let it out of my system (even though I know that catharsis is bad, this is not catharsis, this is venting out 8D;)
4. What's your occupation?
Student
5. Do you nap a lot?
Not usually
6. What is your favourite pastime?
Reading a good book. Which is rare.
7. What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
- Sequencing
- Details
- Characterisation
- Seiyuu
- D.Gray-Man
- forty nine and black
- Murakami Haruki
- Language (written) and impression formation
- Mononoke
- abusing space
- colours
8. What was the last thing you ate today?
Royce Champagne Nama Chocolate
9. What was the last text message you received?
“/gyuu”
10. What websites do you always visit when you go online?
LiveJournal, email.smu.edu.sg
11. What are you doing now?
Doing the meme and trying to sort my virtual stuff.
12. What are you listening to right now?
Gimmick Game - Ninomiya Kazunari
13. If you could pick another name for you, what would it be?
Felince. Not much difference? Because I like cats, and thus I like my name. *bricked*
14. What is your zodiac sign?
Capricorn
15. What is your favorite season, and why?
I like all seasons. There are always something to smile for anyway.
16. If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
Forgive me, you know who you are, but... Piano.
17. Do you have any siblings?
Yes. A younger brother.
18. What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
To everyone, actually. Thank you. Sorry. Ganbatte. ♥
19. What is your means of self expression of choice, why, and how did you start doing so?
Writing. Because I feel like it’s rather fundamental, a little primitive, even. Most people can read, and have the capability to produce words, creoles, languages. Yet there are so many meanings you can embed in it, and there are so many ways in which a single word can be interpreted. I used to hate writing when I was in grade school, because I sucked big time. But then it came to me like a karma, I can’t really pinpoint the exact time I started writing the way I define it right now but it came to me almost naturally. See how almost means so much in the previous sentence? ;3
20. Say something to the person who tagged you:
I knew you would tag me too. LOL. And, if my randomness disappoints you, sorry. 8D;
And I shall tag... Anyone who wants to do this. Really. I need to read... things, now.
Until next time?