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(Kingdom Hearts - Problem solving skills)(BotI/KH - Hitchhikers) (Naruto - Deidara/Temari)
A bunch of drabbles. B) We're overdue.
Genre: Attempted humor
Warnings: K
Characters: Rin, Zexion
Notes: I guess this is a little complicated, and I feel a little silly posting this in my writing journal, since it's a relationship that's based on rping at paradisa where these two are ridiculous together. Still, Zander requested Rin and Zexion attempting to hitchhike, so I wrote it and now I'm posting it.
"Could you at least take the coat off?"
It was the first sentence in at least fifteen minutes that had broken through his concentration. Possibly because it had risen at the end like a question instead of just blending into the irritable litany of complaints she was raising and then discarding in favor of new ones. Zexion looked up from his half-empty bottle of coke and blinked torpidly at her, just to watch her eyes narrow irritably. "Why would I think of doing that?"
"You look like... you look really creepy." Rin scrunched her nose at him and swiped her bangs behind her ear. "You look like you're packing or selling drugs or something. The blue hair doesn't really help. I mean, we are a little suspect, you know..."
Zexion shifted his gaze back town towards his clasped hands and allowed her to continue.
"Zexion!"
That was quick. He shifted his gaze to her again without changing his expression or the rate at which he gave her his attention at all, and raised an eyebrow. Rin glowered at him and stomped back over to the picnic table which he had commandeered. "Could you be helpful?"
"I am being helpful. It's not my fault that your first thoughts always go to manual labor."
He could almost smell the burning enamel as she ground her teeth for a few minutes and then stopped herself. "So enlighten me. How, exactly, are you helping?"
"I'm planning, of course - "
"I'm planning to throw you out in the middle of the road and see who stops!"
"Rather risky, don't you -"
Zexion was cut off by Rin securing a stranglehold on the lapels of his black trenchcoat. The light of true madness was in her eyes.
The concerned policeman that stopped wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind for a ride, but Zexion supposed he would do nevertheless.
/end
I figure the policeman is Itachi, and they go on a crazy cross-country road trip together.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K
Characters: Lexaeus, Vexen, Zexion
Notes: prompt was "problem-solving skills".
The basement is chilly and well-ventilated, mostly for Vexen's sake - well, it's his fault, at least. He works with chemicals, noxious and viscous, lachrymators and carcinogens. Even if they don't exist - well, there's some things it's still more pleasant to avoid. Why tempt fate? Nonexistent chemical burns would still sting.
Zexion owns the kitchen, Lexaeus the little herb garden that subsists on weak, filtered light. Vexen, of course, his labs, and for much of the day they can move quiet and undisturbed through their own separate little orbits, Zexion thinking to himself and fixing daikon, Lexaeus turning the earth, which speaks to him silent and slow, and Vexen with black rubber gloves up to the elbows and his goggles pulled over his eyes. They are the foundation - the three senior members, there to balance Marluxia and Larxene and Axel, the three dangerously freewheeling neophytes.
Up there, near the light, things are growing. They can all feel it.
Marluxia's influence, of course. His element is nature, which has overtones of life to it. Where he goes, of course things grow.
"Problematic." Zexion speaks of it to Lexaeus in his dry whisper. "It's a shame that we're breaking up this way. The neophytes don't recall who made this world for them well enough."
"Ridiculous." Vexen's voice is reedy, always with a ready edge of aggravation in it. "Marluxia's strong enough. But that harpy up in arms with him... You think she'd be able to keep the secret?" His eyes are invisible behind the greenish reflective surface of his eye coverings. He has a dusk in a little box cage with a glass front that he can watch it through, and he's running current through the floor at varying intervals. Lexaeus doesn't know what he's doing, and he really doesn't care.
If he were capable of it, he'd worry. For now, he waits, because the earth touches everything. Takes everything. That's it's nature.
He feels rumblings of the future, too.
Genre: ....almost-smut
Warnings: M
Characters: Deidara/Temari
Notes: Yeah... I... think these two would be hot together.
He's not gentle with her, but Temari, daughter of the desert, has never been much of one for gentle. Gentle is for leaf girls, with their softly-swelling bodies and water-rich land. Not for her. Her body is as pared down as her country, thighs big and round with muscle, breasts small, almost not needing to be bound.
He works the wraps off fast as he shoves her towards the bed. "Not much there -" he pants, fingers closing over her breast, palm working at her, and Temari hisses at the hot slick touch of tongue over her nipple. She winds her fingers in his long hair, twines his tresses - because look at that girly face, that girly impractical long hair, fuck, how does he deal with it - and those are fucking tresses, which she'll abuse if she feels like. She pulls him down and their noses hit and she kisses him, slides her tongue along his mouth and then pulls his lower lip between her teeth and nibbles it. He backs her up, lets go of her breast and gets his hands under her thighs, dumps her on the bed.
She won't be under him. Temari stirs, drives an elbow strike at his jaw. His head snaps back and his hands with those busy little mouths slide out from under her skirt. "Bitch," he gasps, and Temari laughs, breathless, sliding her legs around his waste and feeling him hard and ready against her.
Deidara goes still when she pins him like that. Smart ninja don't let top-tier kunoichi get a hold on them like that, and Temari grins up at him, feral and cocky right back, and jerks his face down and kisses him with tongue. Here, now, it's wet, there's moisture. But it's still not soft.
"You fucked with my brother," she breathes against his jawline, twisting her fingers, jerking at his hair. "And I'm gonna kill you for it."
"Try, bitch," he mutters back, hands sliding under her skirt again, and he's just a man after all even if he does have mouths in his hands and Temari gasps and laughs, a little wild, a little mad, laughs and laughs.
Genre: Attempted humor
Warnings: K
Characters: Rin, Zexion
Notes: I guess this is a little complicated, and I feel a little silly posting this in my writing journal, since it's a relationship that's based on rping at paradisa where these two are ridiculous together. Still, Zander requested Rin and Zexion attempting to hitchhike, so I wrote it and now I'm posting it.
"Could you at least take the coat off?"
It was the first sentence in at least fifteen minutes that had broken through his concentration. Possibly because it had risen at the end like a question instead of just blending into the irritable litany of complaints she was raising and then discarding in favor of new ones. Zexion looked up from his half-empty bottle of coke and blinked torpidly at her, just to watch her eyes narrow irritably. "Why would I think of doing that?"
"You look like... you look really creepy." Rin scrunched her nose at him and swiped her bangs behind her ear. "You look like you're packing or selling drugs or something. The blue hair doesn't really help. I mean, we are a little suspect, you know..."
Zexion shifted his gaze back town towards his clasped hands and allowed her to continue.
"Zexion!"
That was quick. He shifted his gaze to her again without changing his expression or the rate at which he gave her his attention at all, and raised an eyebrow. Rin glowered at him and stomped back over to the picnic table which he had commandeered. "Could you be helpful?"
"I am being helpful. It's not my fault that your first thoughts always go to manual labor."
He could almost smell the burning enamel as she ground her teeth for a few minutes and then stopped herself. "So enlighten me. How, exactly, are you helping?"
"I'm planning, of course - "
"I'm planning to throw you out in the middle of the road and see who stops!"
"Rather risky, don't you -"
Zexion was cut off by Rin securing a stranglehold on the lapels of his black trenchcoat. The light of true madness was in her eyes.
The concerned policeman that stopped wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind for a ride, but Zexion supposed he would do nevertheless.
/end
I figure the policeman is Itachi, and they go on a crazy cross-country road trip together.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K
Characters: Lexaeus, Vexen, Zexion
Notes: prompt was "problem-solving skills".
The basement is chilly and well-ventilated, mostly for Vexen's sake - well, it's his fault, at least. He works with chemicals, noxious and viscous, lachrymators and carcinogens. Even if they don't exist - well, there's some things it's still more pleasant to avoid. Why tempt fate? Nonexistent chemical burns would still sting.
Zexion owns the kitchen, Lexaeus the little herb garden that subsists on weak, filtered light. Vexen, of course, his labs, and for much of the day they can move quiet and undisturbed through their own separate little orbits, Zexion thinking to himself and fixing daikon, Lexaeus turning the earth, which speaks to him silent and slow, and Vexen with black rubber gloves up to the elbows and his goggles pulled over his eyes. They are the foundation - the three senior members, there to balance Marluxia and Larxene and Axel, the three dangerously freewheeling neophytes.
Up there, near the light, things are growing. They can all feel it.
Marluxia's influence, of course. His element is nature, which has overtones of life to it. Where he goes, of course things grow.
"Problematic." Zexion speaks of it to Lexaeus in his dry whisper. "It's a shame that we're breaking up this way. The neophytes don't recall who made this world for them well enough."
"Ridiculous." Vexen's voice is reedy, always with a ready edge of aggravation in it. "Marluxia's strong enough. But that harpy up in arms with him... You think she'd be able to keep the secret?" His eyes are invisible behind the greenish reflective surface of his eye coverings. He has a dusk in a little box cage with a glass front that he can watch it through, and he's running current through the floor at varying intervals. Lexaeus doesn't know what he's doing, and he really doesn't care.
If he were capable of it, he'd worry. For now, he waits, because the earth touches everything. Takes everything. That's it's nature.
He feels rumblings of the future, too.
Genre: ....almost-smut
Warnings: M
Characters: Deidara/Temari
Notes: Yeah... I... think these two would be hot together.
He's not gentle with her, but Temari, daughter of the desert, has never been much of one for gentle. Gentle is for leaf girls, with their softly-swelling bodies and water-rich land. Not for her. Her body is as pared down as her country, thighs big and round with muscle, breasts small, almost not needing to be bound.
He works the wraps off fast as he shoves her towards the bed. "Not much there -" he pants, fingers closing over her breast, palm working at her, and Temari hisses at the hot slick touch of tongue over her nipple. She winds her fingers in his long hair, twines his tresses - because look at that girly face, that girly impractical long hair, fuck, how does he deal with it - and those are fucking tresses, which she'll abuse if she feels like. She pulls him down and their noses hit and she kisses him, slides her tongue along his mouth and then pulls his lower lip between her teeth and nibbles it. He backs her up, lets go of her breast and gets his hands under her thighs, dumps her on the bed.
She won't be under him. Temari stirs, drives an elbow strike at his jaw. His head snaps back and his hands with those busy little mouths slide out from under her skirt. "Bitch," he gasps, and Temari laughs, breathless, sliding her legs around his waste and feeling him hard and ready against her.
Deidara goes still when she pins him like that. Smart ninja don't let top-tier kunoichi get a hold on them like that, and Temari grins up at him, feral and cocky right back, and jerks his face down and kisses him with tongue. Here, now, it's wet, there's moisture. But it's still not soft.
"You fucked with my brother," she breathes against his jawline, twisting her fingers, jerking at his hair. "And I'm gonna kill you for it."
"Try, bitch," he mutters back, hands sliding under her skirt again, and he's just a man after all even if he does have mouths in his hands and Temari gasps and laughs, a little wild, a little mad, laughs and laughs.