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The WIP meme, where you post bits of whatever works-in-progress you have lying around. I started some like a year ago. I don't have a small attention span, it's negative by now - it can magically suck away the attention span of others like a highly specific black hole. Struth.
"Come on, already," said Sol. "Or else you'll be in real danger of pulling your sphere out of orbit, and then I'll really have reason to be angry, shan't I?"
Lyta can generally still convince herself she doesn't want to die, though (with thoughts that take on Carla's tone), so she makes the effort.
James rolled his eye; the immobile jade one looked even more alarming in the contrast. "I know they say I'm mad."
"Haven't you heard? We're all monkeys. Darwin said. Magnificent beard, that fellow."
He held her hands tightly while she kicked, so she'd know he'd never do something like let her go and dunk her. That was like saying sorry.
"What are you TALKING about?" Axel walked over, rapping his knuckles on Roxas's skull - too hard.
(Crossovers)
"I told you! Well ... sometimes he's an enemy, and sometimes he's a friend, and I guess it's the enemy who gave it to me... Aargh." She knuckled her forehead. "But we know him, all right? Yuugi and the rest of us."
"He's a child, and alone in the dark. Of course he believes."
Yamamoto returned to Tsuna, grinning. "I hate to ruin the surprise, but - Gokudera's met the love of his life."
"I submit that I was under extreme duress." She held up proof.
Tsuna whipped around, with a sudden and really clear feeling like he was being hunted.
"I died screaming!" Kyoko said indignantly.
"Of course, Tenth! How could I..." His voice petered out. "How could I not?" Gokudera scrubbed his hand through his hair in the awkward moment. He'd said he'd come back for this. It was an oath.
"It's just fireworks," said Tsuna. "It's just something pretty, right? Something fun, and everybody does it. Everybody watches it, I mean, together."
I've watched you get better way too slowly in half a dozen hospital beds. I've woken up in a few with your lucky rings on all my fingers.
"I'm here! I'm right here," Gokudera said, and his shoulder hit Yamamoto in the neck and shoved him backwards over the bed.
Normally he would have beaten him to a standstill in the natural way of things, but now ... he might have thought about investigating what you could do with the sharp-edged little instruments in the health office.
"Cervello?" was the first thing Xanxus said to him after those eight years, squinting with watering eyes.
Byakuran could sound so gently amused that it was incredible how it hurt.
"Oooh, I can see why she moved in," said his father. "She could take you in a fight, huh?"
The corridors were so long and they echoed so much that each time Kyoko was alone, she wondered what her future self could have been thinking. She should have told Tsuna to put in carpeting, or fancy tiles, or maybe just more soundproofing. But she supposed that he didn't ask, so she couldn't tell.
"Am I supposed to make a good impression? I should probably shoot the head butler or something."
The middle of the night, there can still be a lot of people around, though; sometimes the kind of people Dad wouldn't let into the restaurant, which is not as broad a spectrum as you'd think. Sometimes he wonders about his dad.
"What's the deal with you?" "Again, No-good Tsuna?" "Get a hobby!" "A psychiatrist!" "TENTH! What happened to your clothes?"
"It's windy out," Tsuna said.
Just once, Hibari is struck with the Dying Will bullet.
"-they shouldn't - we're alone! Just us, and we - Haru," Kyoko wailed, dizzy with the uncertain hand on her breast and the fluttering breaths against her neck, and then Haru ramped into her hand and hissed, "Un-fucking-fair!"
He would have kind of liked to find Yamamoto. They could maybe beat the hell out of each other or the dartboard in the billiard room or something, and Yamamoto would go along with a suggestion to sneak some drinks.
"Tsuna's will and testament makes no sense. There are arrangements for the funeral in here, but they're - strange." She would have said ridiculous, but Hayato had already flinched.
The bored expression flickered as his eyes fell on the doll. "Are you really going to carry that thing around with you the whole time?"
"Yes," said Tsuna, not even pretending he had dignity.
Xanxus got to his feet. "You. Scum," he said, pointing at Tsuna. "Kick your playmates out of your club or drag them with you as you like. I don't care. We leave tomorrow. The next generation of successors must be introduced to the family!"
"Spanner," Spanner said, firmly. "If you drop the suffix, that's more intimate, isn't it?"
Now, Tsuna sometimes asked them to do the kind of things that no one should do. The thing was, there was always a worse alternative. Worse. Even now, in spite of everything. So he always said yes to what Tsuna asked.
"No!" Haru made her resolute pose, arms crossed. "I must fulfil my duties as a daughter! Kyoko-chan, can't you wait until I've made him his favourite meal and begged him until he says I can get one too?"
Maybe he should make a list, so he wouldn't be surprised next time. 'Worth Dying For'.
"It's lulling you into a false state of security," said Bianchi, taking the scorpions away and handing the girls new ones. "When other people touch them they like to stay warm for a while and then heat up all at once. It was about to set you on fire."
"It's the second storey!" Tsuna said. "It's a miracle that you didn't break a bone!"
"Nah, it's just practise. You should try too!"
That made Lancia laugh again; it scared him, how serious Tsuna could get about this kind of thing.
"But it's kind of hard not to laugh," said Yamamoto, his face red and shiny with effort.
This might be the last thing he'll see: a silhouette only, with even the metal of the sword turned black with blood.
"I didn't inhale," Tsuna said. "I just wanted-" to taste. "To know." Such a lame ending, and that hitch in his words - he knew he was obvious. How could they not notice?
She giggled; he was adorable when he was flustered - and she shivered, because she'd seen the hulking kind of funeral-suited man that followed Hayato so matter-of-factly that you could almost convince yourself to take it casually.
"No," Tsuna said at last, "we won't give Hibird a ring. So Hibird won't be coming over. Make a note, Shoichi."
"You're bleeding."
"You're an asshole!"
Tsuna took a glance over his shoulder to see who was behind him before he got any wild ideas like, for example, 'this girl is talking to me'.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help with that, Tenth!" But Gokudera didn't look over-enthusiastically sorry the way he sometimes got; regretful, yeah, but not beating himself up about it, and he looked ... proud.
Hibari was glad when at this point she bit her lip and finally shut up, peering at the entrance to the alley. Unfortunately, in exchange, a trembling hand clutched at his jacket sleeve.
"That counts as the entertainment for the day, then," Hana says aloud, and slumps over the kitchen counter.
Tsuna sounded tired. "He's a good friend, and a good man, and a good tactician. So I want to see how he's doing."
"What am I supposed to see?" he said, smiling, almost kindly. "You run away, you hide, you can't control your men, you cling to them like a safety blanket - what is anyone supposed to see?"
He folds his hand around hers, nudging her fingers to adjust her grip by infinitesimal amounts, and ignores her blush. The one action is as instructive as the other.
"Drown less!"
The way he doesn't make any kind of move towards the collar of his shirt or the knot of his tie makes him mannequin-stiff, and his teeth are actually bared in aggravation like a dog's.
"Tenth, you know me! All of us - anyone - you look and you know we're worth something!"
It was up to Tsuna to go closer, because Gokudera wasn't moving - and he jerked back a huge involuntary step when Tsuna reached him.
I guess now it's obvious who my favourites are. :D
"Come on, already," said Sol. "Or else you'll be in real danger of pulling your sphere out of orbit, and then I'll really have reason to be angry, shan't I?"
Lyta can generally still convince herself she doesn't want to die, though (with thoughts that take on Carla's tone), so she makes the effort.
James rolled his eye; the immobile jade one looked even more alarming in the contrast. "I know they say I'm mad."
"Haven't you heard? We're all monkeys. Darwin said. Magnificent beard, that fellow."
He held her hands tightly while she kicked, so she'd know he'd never do something like let her go and dunk her. That was like saying sorry.
"What are you TALKING about?" Axel walked over, rapping his knuckles on Roxas's skull - too hard.
(Crossovers)
"I told you! Well ... sometimes he's an enemy, and sometimes he's a friend, and I guess it's the enemy who gave it to me... Aargh." She knuckled her forehead. "But we know him, all right? Yuugi and the rest of us."
"He's a child, and alone in the dark. Of course he believes."
Yamamoto returned to Tsuna, grinning. "I hate to ruin the surprise, but - Gokudera's met the love of his life."
"I submit that I was under extreme duress." She held up proof.
Tsuna whipped around, with a sudden and really clear feeling like he was being hunted.
"I died screaming!" Kyoko said indignantly.
"Of course, Tenth! How could I..." His voice petered out. "How could I not?" Gokudera scrubbed his hand through his hair in the awkward moment. He'd said he'd come back for this. It was an oath.
"It's just fireworks," said Tsuna. "It's just something pretty, right? Something fun, and everybody does it. Everybody watches it, I mean, together."
I've watched you get better way too slowly in half a dozen hospital beds. I've woken up in a few with your lucky rings on all my fingers.
"I'm here! I'm right here," Gokudera said, and his shoulder hit Yamamoto in the neck and shoved him backwards over the bed.
Normally he would have beaten him to a standstill in the natural way of things, but now ... he might have thought about investigating what you could do with the sharp-edged little instruments in the health office.
"Cervello?" was the first thing Xanxus said to him after those eight years, squinting with watering eyes.
Byakuran could sound so gently amused that it was incredible how it hurt.
"Oooh, I can see why she moved in," said his father. "She could take you in a fight, huh?"
The corridors were so long and they echoed so much that each time Kyoko was alone, she wondered what her future self could have been thinking. She should have told Tsuna to put in carpeting, or fancy tiles, or maybe just more soundproofing. But she supposed that he didn't ask, so she couldn't tell.
"Am I supposed to make a good impression? I should probably shoot the head butler or something."
The middle of the night, there can still be a lot of people around, though; sometimes the kind of people Dad wouldn't let into the restaurant, which is not as broad a spectrum as you'd think. Sometimes he wonders about his dad.
"What's the deal with you?" "Again, No-good Tsuna?" "Get a hobby!" "A psychiatrist!" "TENTH! What happened to your clothes?"
"It's windy out," Tsuna said.
Just once, Hibari is struck with the Dying Will bullet.
"-they shouldn't - we're alone! Just us, and we - Haru," Kyoko wailed, dizzy with the uncertain hand on her breast and the fluttering breaths against her neck, and then Haru ramped into her hand and hissed, "Un-fucking-fair!"
He would have kind of liked to find Yamamoto. They could maybe beat the hell out of each other or the dartboard in the billiard room or something, and Yamamoto would go along with a suggestion to sneak some drinks.
"Tsuna's will and testament makes no sense. There are arrangements for the funeral in here, but they're - strange." She would have said ridiculous, but Hayato had already flinched.
The bored expression flickered as his eyes fell on the doll. "Are you really going to carry that thing around with you the whole time?"
"Yes," said Tsuna, not even pretending he had dignity.
Xanxus got to his feet. "You. Scum," he said, pointing at Tsuna. "Kick your playmates out of your club or drag them with you as you like. I don't care. We leave tomorrow. The next generation of successors must be introduced to the family!"
"Spanner," Spanner said, firmly. "If you drop the suffix, that's more intimate, isn't it?"
Now, Tsuna sometimes asked them to do the kind of things that no one should do. The thing was, there was always a worse alternative. Worse. Even now, in spite of everything. So he always said yes to what Tsuna asked.
"No!" Haru made her resolute pose, arms crossed. "I must fulfil my duties as a daughter! Kyoko-chan, can't you wait until I've made him his favourite meal and begged him until he says I can get one too?"
Maybe he should make a list, so he wouldn't be surprised next time. 'Worth Dying For'.
"It's lulling you into a false state of security," said Bianchi, taking the scorpions away and handing the girls new ones. "When other people touch them they like to stay warm for a while and then heat up all at once. It was about to set you on fire."
"It's the second storey!" Tsuna said. "It's a miracle that you didn't break a bone!"
"Nah, it's just practise. You should try too!"
That made Lancia laugh again; it scared him, how serious Tsuna could get about this kind of thing.
"But it's kind of hard not to laugh," said Yamamoto, his face red and shiny with effort.
This might be the last thing he'll see: a silhouette only, with even the metal of the sword turned black with blood.
"I didn't inhale," Tsuna said. "I just wanted-" to taste. "To know." Such a lame ending, and that hitch in his words - he knew he was obvious. How could they not notice?
She giggled; he was adorable when he was flustered - and she shivered, because she'd seen the hulking kind of funeral-suited man that followed Hayato so matter-of-factly that you could almost convince yourself to take it casually.
"No," Tsuna said at last, "we won't give Hibird a ring. So Hibird won't be coming over. Make a note, Shoichi."
"You're bleeding."
"You're an asshole!"
Tsuna took a glance over his shoulder to see who was behind him before he got any wild ideas like, for example, 'this girl is talking to me'.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help with that, Tenth!" But Gokudera didn't look over-enthusiastically sorry the way he sometimes got; regretful, yeah, but not beating himself up about it, and he looked ... proud.
Hibari was glad when at this point she bit her lip and finally shut up, peering at the entrance to the alley. Unfortunately, in exchange, a trembling hand clutched at his jacket sleeve.
"That counts as the entertainment for the day, then," Hana says aloud, and slumps over the kitchen counter.
Tsuna sounded tired. "He's a good friend, and a good man, and a good tactician. So I want to see how he's doing."
"What am I supposed to see?" he said, smiling, almost kindly. "You run away, you hide, you can't control your men, you cling to them like a safety blanket - what is anyone supposed to see?"
He folds his hand around hers, nudging her fingers to adjust her grip by infinitesimal amounts, and ignores her blush. The one action is as instructive as the other.
"Drown less!"
The way he doesn't make any kind of move towards the collar of his shirt or the knot of his tie makes him mannequin-stiff, and his teeth are actually bared in aggravation like a dog's.
"Tenth, you know me! All of us - anyone - you look and you know we're worth something!"
It was up to Tsuna to go closer, because Gokudera wasn't moving - and he jerked back a huge involuntary step when Tsuna reached him.
I guess now it's obvious who my favourites are. :D