Team Bananafishstickers’ “Grudge Match Redux” Post #29 (Oh snap, almost to 30!!!!!)
I got distracted. By choosing this week to catch up on Bleach. I particularly blame the torrid affair that was Ichigo stabbing Ishida. Fucking hell, Orihime better get off her ass and start using them godmode powers of hers to save his guts and his arm.
In other news: how about a little buggy back story time?
The odd sextet of aliens, humans, and mutant made quick work of leaving Kevin’s apartment. All the medical equipment had already been packed up before their uninvited guest had shown up. Gwen scrambled around making sure nothing was going to catch on fire, and Kevin threw together a bag of whatever he thought he might need for an indeterminate period of time at Ben’s. ‘Not that I’d be able to use any of it like this.’ He flicked his tail in annoyance at himself, and went back to the living room. Leaving Ben alone for too long was not sitting well with Kevin, even if Ben was not technically “alone” in the room.
He scooped up the still weak Ben and led the way to Ben’s house, and flew high up enough that Bellwood’s denizens would not see him. The three bugs had donned the ID masks for the short trip across town. Nogoori was constantly looking around, trying to see if he could find Kasshoku again. The last thing they needed was for that traitor to find them.
Gwen led the disguised Anisophterans on foot to Ben’s house. Halfway there, she couldn’t hold back the curiosity any longer.
“Who was that other guy?” she asked.
“Kasshoku? A right bastard, that’s who.” Silla’s human face was easy to read, even with the eye patch: utter contempt.
“It’s all his fault the three of us cannot hold respect and honor back home. He tricked us,” Sagark jabbed a hand into the air in front of him in anger. “And then the Council banished all four of us from Anisophtera’s star system.”
Gwen was expecting Nogoori to throw in his own opinion, but it never came. He remained silent, lips pursed in thought. His right hand twitched, as though he wanted to grab something.
It seemed a very touchy subject for the smaller Anisophteran, so Gwen let the topic drop and continued walking down the street. When they got to Ben’s house, Gwen grabbed the spare key that was hidden in the underside of a gnome and unlocked the front door. She let the aliens in and locked it behind her. They removed their ID masks and let themselves be ushered into the kitchen.
Kevin touched down in the backyard, thankfully without incident on the way there. Ben squirmed in Kevin’s arms as he tried to find his house keys, but realized he was only in his underwear.
“I don’t think you’ve got any keys in there, Benji,” chuckled Kevin. Ben blushed pink as they waited for Gwen to let them in through the back door. Kevin managed to squeeze through the doorframe and inside the house, and he put Ben down on the couch in the living room. Kevin plopped his large mutated body on the floor, right in front of the couch. Until he was sure Ben was fully recovered, he wasn’t letting anyone touch him, especially not those bugs.
“You’re acting like some kind of dog,” giggled Gwen from the door to the kitchen. He growled at her, but was cut off by a hand rubbing his head. Kevin tilted his head back to see, and found himself face-to-face with a faintly smiling Ben, his left arm extended to reach the black hair. Kevin could feel Ben’s fingers rubbing his scalp. It was oddly nice; maybe he’ll let them get away with it this one time. ‘But if they call me a dog one more time-’
Kevin’s thoughts of violently seeking revenge were cut off by a series of beeps and a voice that eerily reminded him of Ben’s.
“Severe genetic damage detected. Should we attempt to repair?”
Ben stared at the Omnitrix. Kevin tried to stare at it, but his three eyes could not send x-rays through his skull. So, he opted to stare at Ben. When Ben finally tore his eyes away from the green watch, he was drawn to Kevin’s face. Kevin felt Ben’s fingers tangled up in his hair and saw the nervous hesitation in the green eyes.
“Can I try?”
The mutant nodded his consent, and the last thing he saw was a flash of bright green light.
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Ben was inside the Omnitrix, the swirling green and black surrounding him as he floated through its inner space. He moved (flew? swam? glided? he never did figure out how he travelled inside the thing) through the tunnel and hovered over the large figure of Kevin. Ben reached out and touched the Petrosapien arm, unsure of how to undo the damage and bring Kevin’s human form back, but it seemed the alien DNA was shy of Ben’s human DNA. The crystal on the arm receded away from Ben’s hand until Ben was holding onto a human arm. Kevin’s human arm. Ben placed his other hand on Kevin’s chest and watched the red skin slowly revert back to a more normal color.
Ben kept still for what felt like hours as the alien DNA was completely overridden by the Omnitrix. He was left with barely a second to see the end product, but another flash of green light blinded him.
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Kevin blinked away the spots in his vision, and kept on blinking to clear his eyes. It took him a moment to realize the blurriness was due to his glasses having fallen off. He heard something to his left grab the pack he had brought over, and rummaged around inside. Everything came back into focus, and Kevin turned to look at the person who had put his regular two-lenses glasses on for him. His vision blurred out again, but this time it was because of a sudden influx of brown hair. Kevin fell back to the floor as the smaller boy tackled him. He wrapped his two (two? Finally!) arms around Ben and hugged him close.
“It worked!” Ben yelled into Kevin’s chest. “It worked it worked it worked it worked it worked itworkeditworkeditworkeditworked-”
“Fuck, calm down! It’s over, ain’t it?” Kevin laughed at Ben’s excitement. The younger boy’s head tilted up to look at him, and they were both sporting similar goofy grins.
“Do you guys want sandwi-well, I think I’ll just leave you two alone.” Gwen turned right back around. Both boys looked at the doorway to the kitchen in confusion, then back at each other. It must have been simultaneous when they realized the position they were in on the floor and what they were wearing. Or rather, what they were not wearing. Ben was still in his boxers, and it appeared that Kevin’s shirt was not on the list of things the Omnitrix considered a genetic repair.
In regards to Ben’s cheeks, pink was an understatement.
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Notes:
- I was feeling fluffy. Maybe next time there’ll be more actiony goodness.
- The “Severe genetic damage detected. Should we attempt to repair?” line was taken directly from “Max Out” back in season one. It was the first time the Omnitrix genetic-repaired anyone. And it didn’t sound freakishly like Ben.
- I leave it to whoever’s next to figure out what ol’ Kasshoku is up to. Because I sure as heck don’t know.
- Damn chemistry project. Kept me from writing.
- GODDAMNIT. I SHOULD BE WATCHING THE AI RESULTS SHOW. GAAAAAAAH. STUPID BOYS AND THEIR STUPID BASKETBALL. GRRARRGGHGHGHGHGGGHHHH.
B-B-B-BONUS FEATURRRRES!!!!
I gots me a free trial of Photoshop. Check out my mad art skills:
And then I colored stuff. I like coloring. For some weird reason, it’s easier to stay in the lines while using Photoshop (as opposed to my usual weapon of choice, GIMP). I think this is just my inner Frankenstein saying “PHOTOSHOP GOOOOOOOD.”
So, I shall start with that one picture by baconshinobi.
Then I snagged some of phorquiss' pretty doodles from a few posts back.
I dunno what it was, but I thought it looked like Ben was wearing a shirt and Kevin wasn't. I think weirdly.
And I really like this one. It might be the fact that I tried shading for once. And Ben's chin was all happy. Is this one members-lock worthy? I have no idea. Oh well. **shrugs**
And my last colorizimazation is a throwback to something drawn by allegoryredstar for roseduelist04 and her fic The Wedding.
I snitched the photo for the background from some modern architecture blog. It has pretty pictures. Then I put circles all over it, blurred it, then applied that shnazzy "crosshatching" filter. The Photoshop version of that filter is much prettier than the GIMP version. It may be the only reason I might bug Pops to shell out el mucho dinero for the program. XD
Uh... you want to know the REAL reason I didn’t get this up last night?
I don’t understand a word of Japanese, Finnish, or gibberish. But it doesn’t really matter. This baby is hypnotizing. AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE LEEKSPIN VERSION.
In other news: how about a little buggy back story time?
The odd sextet of aliens, humans, and mutant made quick work of leaving Kevin’s apartment. All the medical equipment had already been packed up before their uninvited guest had shown up. Gwen scrambled around making sure nothing was going to catch on fire, and Kevin threw together a bag of whatever he thought he might need for an indeterminate period of time at Ben’s. ‘Not that I’d be able to use any of it like this.’ He flicked his tail in annoyance at himself, and went back to the living room. Leaving Ben alone for too long was not sitting well with Kevin, even if Ben was not technically “alone” in the room.
He scooped up the still weak Ben and led the way to Ben’s house, and flew high up enough that Bellwood’s denizens would not see him. The three bugs had donned the ID masks for the short trip across town. Nogoori was constantly looking around, trying to see if he could find Kasshoku again. The last thing they needed was for that traitor to find them.
Gwen led the disguised Anisophterans on foot to Ben’s house. Halfway there, she couldn’t hold back the curiosity any longer.
“Who was that other guy?” she asked.
“Kasshoku? A right bastard, that’s who.” Silla’s human face was easy to read, even with the eye patch: utter contempt.
“It’s all his fault the three of us cannot hold respect and honor back home. He tricked us,” Sagark jabbed a hand into the air in front of him in anger. “And then the Council banished all four of us from Anisophtera’s star system.”
Gwen was expecting Nogoori to throw in his own opinion, but it never came. He remained silent, lips pursed in thought. His right hand twitched, as though he wanted to grab something.
It seemed a very touchy subject for the smaller Anisophteran, so Gwen let the topic drop and continued walking down the street. When they got to Ben’s house, Gwen grabbed the spare key that was hidden in the underside of a gnome and unlocked the front door. She let the aliens in and locked it behind her. They removed their ID masks and let themselves be ushered into the kitchen.
Kevin touched down in the backyard, thankfully without incident on the way there. Ben squirmed in Kevin’s arms as he tried to find his house keys, but realized he was only in his underwear.
“I don’t think you’ve got any keys in there, Benji,” chuckled Kevin. Ben blushed pink as they waited for Gwen to let them in through the back door. Kevin managed to squeeze through the doorframe and inside the house, and he put Ben down on the couch in the living room. Kevin plopped his large mutated body on the floor, right in front of the couch. Until he was sure Ben was fully recovered, he wasn’t letting anyone touch him, especially not those bugs.
“You’re acting like some kind of dog,” giggled Gwen from the door to the kitchen. He growled at her, but was cut off by a hand rubbing his head. Kevin tilted his head back to see, and found himself face-to-face with a faintly smiling Ben, his left arm extended to reach the black hair. Kevin could feel Ben’s fingers rubbing his scalp. It was oddly nice; maybe he’ll let them get away with it this one time. ‘But if they call me a dog one more time-’
Kevin’s thoughts of violently seeking revenge were cut off by a series of beeps and a voice that eerily reminded him of Ben’s.
“Severe genetic damage detected. Should we attempt to repair?”
Ben stared at the Omnitrix. Kevin tried to stare at it, but his three eyes could not send x-rays through his skull. So, he opted to stare at Ben. When Ben finally tore his eyes away from the green watch, he was drawn to Kevin’s face. Kevin felt Ben’s fingers tangled up in his hair and saw the nervous hesitation in the green eyes.
“Can I try?”
The mutant nodded his consent, and the last thing he saw was a flash of bright green light.
----------- x ----------
Ben was inside the Omnitrix, the swirling green and black surrounding him as he floated through its inner space. He moved (flew? swam? glided? he never did figure out how he travelled inside the thing) through the tunnel and hovered over the large figure of Kevin. Ben reached out and touched the Petrosapien arm, unsure of how to undo the damage and bring Kevin’s human form back, but it seemed the alien DNA was shy of Ben’s human DNA. The crystal on the arm receded away from Ben’s hand until Ben was holding onto a human arm. Kevin’s human arm. Ben placed his other hand on Kevin’s chest and watched the red skin slowly revert back to a more normal color.
Ben kept still for what felt like hours as the alien DNA was completely overridden by the Omnitrix. He was left with barely a second to see the end product, but another flash of green light blinded him.
----------- x ----------
Kevin blinked away the spots in his vision, and kept on blinking to clear his eyes. It took him a moment to realize the blurriness was due to his glasses having fallen off. He heard something to his left grab the pack he had brought over, and rummaged around inside. Everything came back into focus, and Kevin turned to look at the person who had put his regular two-lenses glasses on for him. His vision blurred out again, but this time it was because of a sudden influx of brown hair. Kevin fell back to the floor as the smaller boy tackled him. He wrapped his two (two? Finally!) arms around Ben and hugged him close.
“It worked!” Ben yelled into Kevin’s chest. “It worked it worked it worked it worked it worked itworkeditworkeditworkeditworked-”
“Fuck, calm down! It’s over, ain’t it?” Kevin laughed at Ben’s excitement. The younger boy’s head tilted up to look at him, and they were both sporting similar goofy grins.
“Do you guys want sandwi-well, I think I’ll just leave you two alone.” Gwen turned right back around. Both boys looked at the doorway to the kitchen in confusion, then back at each other. It must have been simultaneous when they realized the position they were in on the floor and what they were wearing. Or rather, what they were not wearing. Ben was still in his boxers, and it appeared that Kevin’s shirt was not on the list of things the Omnitrix considered a genetic repair.
In regards to Ben’s cheeks, pink was an understatement.
-----
Notes:
- I was feeling fluffy. Maybe next time there’ll be more actiony goodness.
- The “Severe genetic damage detected. Should we attempt to repair?” line was taken directly from “Max Out” back in season one. It was the first time the Omnitrix genetic-repaired anyone. And it didn’t sound freakishly like Ben.
- I leave it to whoever’s next to figure out what ol’ Kasshoku is up to. Because I sure as heck don’t know.
- Damn chemistry project. Kept me from writing.
- GODDAMNIT. I SHOULD BE WATCHING THE AI RESULTS SHOW. GAAAAAAAH. STUPID BOYS AND THEIR STUPID BASKETBALL. GRRARRGGHGHGHGHGGGHHHH.
B-B-B-BONUS FEATURRRRES!!!!
I gots me a free trial of Photoshop. Check out my mad art skills:
And then I colored stuff. I like coloring. For some weird reason, it’s easier to stay in the lines while using Photoshop (as opposed to my usual weapon of choice, GIMP). I think this is just my inner Frankenstein saying “PHOTOSHOP GOOOOOOOD.”
So, I shall start with that one picture by baconshinobi.
Then I snagged some of phorquiss' pretty doodles from a few posts back.
I dunno what it was, but I thought it looked like Ben was wearing a shirt and Kevin wasn't. I think weirdly.
And I really like this one. It might be the fact that I tried shading for once. And Ben's chin was all happy. Is this one members-lock worthy? I have no idea. Oh well. **shrugs**
And my last colorizimazation is a throwback to something drawn by allegoryredstar for roseduelist04 and her fic The Wedding.
I snitched the photo for the background from some modern architecture blog. It has pretty pictures. Then I put circles all over it, blurred it, then applied that shnazzy "crosshatching" filter. The Photoshop version of that filter is much prettier than the GIMP version. It may be the only reason I might bug Pops to shell out el mucho dinero for the program. XD
Uh... you want to know the REAL reason I didn’t get this up last night?
I don’t understand a word of Japanese, Finnish, or gibberish. But it doesn’t really matter. This baby is hypnotizing. AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE LEEKSPIN VERSION.
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