it's onijutsu's birthday!

Jul 01, 2007 04:25

Perhaps drinking those two cans of Mountain Dew after not drinking it for some time was a bad idea. I've been having bouts of insomnia lately anyway.

However, I think it's an undisputed fact that my greatest fic output is usually around onijutsu's birthday, so guess what? FIC. A lot of which is my first time writing for certain fandoms and being rusty in other areas, but I mean well?



I. multiples of one | Naruto

When Sakura sees Sasuke again, the medic in her thinks he is too pale even in white. He is beautiful, as always, but she sees hints of bags underneath his eyes, underneath the glare of spinning red. When she sees the others he is with (because they are not his teammates if they stand behind him like that), the young part of her, the part of her that has not died yet, wonders if Sasuke likes redheads.

Later, when Sakura faces Sasuke alone somehow, she utters his name like it is life. He is not a dream in front of her, and she refuses to let him leave like a figment of her imagination.

Sakura adjusts her black gloves and prepares to chase after Sasuke again (because Team 7 cannot die--she won‘t allow it).

Sasuke doesn’t move.

II. the blurred line | Bleach

Rangiku is surprised when Gin appears one night and pulls her down streets and alleyways. His fingers are thin and long around her wrist. She is shocked enough that she follows silently for a short while, her eyes trained on his back and the symbol of his captaincy starkly visible.

She quickly fixes her gaze to his face, never liking to look at his back. “Where are we going?” she asks instead of where are you taking me? When Gin takes, takes her anywhere, even takes care of her, she will lose something she can never get back.

Gin looks back at her with a smile. “The darkness hides many things.”

Her eyes widen slightly. There is no moonlight to make his light, light hair shine like a halo because Gin is no angel (although he has been a savior), but the shadows soften the sharpness of his smile, and Rangiku thinks that maybe something is different this time.

III. it was never gone | One Piece

Vivi walks on the desert ground, and the sand shifts beneath her feet. There is nothing unnatural about this sand, she thinks, and smiles. The wind plays with her hair, and she feels free.

When she spies Kohza sitting and watching the sun set, Vivi settles down beside him. He doesn’t look at her right away but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes, hidden behind his glasses.

“It’s beautiful in Alabasta,” she says lightly. She means every word since Luffy-san and the Straw Hats have left, since the war has stopped, since she can see everyone and anyone without shame, since no one is dying anymore.

Kohza turns to look at her fully and replies, “I have no doubt.”

IV. in the eye of the beholder | D.Gray-man

“You’ve lost weight.”

Still nervous, anxious, and twitchy, Miranda starts and spins around. Ravi is staring at her intently with his lone visible eye.

“I-I’m sorry?” Miranda isn’t sure what to say, what to think. She doesn’t think she heard him right.

His lips quirk into a grimace of a smile. “Not everything’s your fault.”

She is wide-eyed now, lost.

The light in his eye dims for just a moment before he flashes his usual smile. “We’re in this together.”

V. the center of everything | Fullmetal Alchemist

Ling invites Lan Fan to sit next him. He is looking east where he can no longer see Xing, and Fuu is out scouting the area. She, of course, says no because it is not right, not proper, and she simply cannot.

He smiles at her then, and Lan Fan is glad she has her mask on then. She can see iron in the set of his jaw and steel in the curve of his lips.

“I think I can decide what is proper,” he says simply.

The young prince takes her hand, and she stiffens because she must refuse him this because he is everything. Lan Fan tries to remove her hand, but Ling is quite firm. She sees his eyes open briefly, a glimpse of something rare and priceless, and she stops breathing.

Lan Fan sits down next to her prince. She will always be strong for him (because her life is his), but he makes her weak against him (because he is everything).

VI. secret memory | Kingdom Hearts

Roxas is lost in every sense of the word. By instinct or by stupidity, he walked into the mansion in the middle of the woods. He is surrounded by sketches and drawings and colored pencils and crayons. The blonde girl sitting across from him looks at him with wide, pure blue eyes.

“What do you know?” he asks because he doesn’t know if he knows anything anymore.

“I know you,” she says. Namine smiles at him, but he is not comforted because she looks sad almost.

“But I don’t know you.” And he regrets the words as soon as he says them because now she truly does look sad.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

She picks up a crayon and puts it to paper. “For what I’ve done.” She picks up a blue crayon now. “I didn’t really have a place in your heart.”

He is confused, so he stands up, walks over to her side of the table, and looks at what she’s drawing. He picks up a yellow crayon, and when he speaks his next words, he decides he’ll really mean them because if everything up until now has just been a lie to him, he might as well just start making and accepting his own truths. Roxas says with conviction, “I’ll remember you.”

He colors in the hair of the two figures in the drawing.

VII. a glimpse of faith | Code Geass

The pair is resting on a hill, sitting with grass brushing the soles of their shoes. Their hands are at their sides, and their fingers are barely touching. Euphemia is bathed in sunlight, and Suzaku has to close his eyes at the vision.

“Is everything all right, Suzaku?” She reaches over and covers his hand with hers.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The princess frowns at him, her nose wrinkling slightly in displeasure. He can’t help but think that he is attracted to the sight.

“Um,” he fumbles for words in hesitation. “Euphemia-sama.” As a knight, and even as Kururugi Suzaku, he can’t disregard rank and propriety so easily.

However, when the smile that breaks out on her face outshines the sun when he mouths, Euphie, Suzaku thinks all is well if no one else can see and hear. It’s a glimmer of a private, perfect world.

VIII. picture perfect | Mai-HiME

Akira enters the dorm room to find Takumi cooking. The curtain separating the room is drawn back, and she drops off her bag on her bed. An open sketchbook on Takumi’s side of the room catches her attention. Indignant and self-righteous words die in her throat when she sees what is drawn on the page.

A rough sketch of her is in the center and while objectively, it’s not as good as her sketches, Akira suddenly doesn’t know how to breathe because she doesn’t think she has ever seen anything more surprising, more touching. She shuts her eyes tightly because while she doesn’t have to hide the fact that she is a girl anymore, she is not weak and she will not cry.

She is a ninja and will not cry, so she croaks, “Takumi.”

The boy looks up after setting down a plate of food and blinks innocently at her. “Yes?”

Akira tackles him to the ground and embraces him tightly.

“You idiot,” she whispers. “You idiot.” I love you.

IX. quid pro quo | House, M.D.

House drops a pen in front of Cuddy. “Aren’t you going to get that for me?”

She gives him a look. “You have a bad leg, not a bad back.”

“Damn,” he says, snapping his fingers in mock disappointment. “And here I was, thinking you’d give me a nice view.” He drops his gaze to her chest, and he leers.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “You have clinic duty.” Cuddy smiles at a nearby woman who is blowing her nose. “You can meet Dr. House in Exam Room 2.”

“You have a low cut top. You can meet me in your office in two hours.”

Cuddy rolls her eyes and slaps the patient file into his waiting arms--along with a pen. “Just go.”

House sighs dramatically. “If only because I’m such a slut for authority.”

X. never fully stopped | Honey and Clover

Perhaps one of the moments that Nomiya is happiest watching Ayumi, one of the moments he thinks she is the most beautiful, is when she is sculpting with a pottery wheel. She is content and focused with smudges of clay drying on her face and coating her hands, and she isn’t thinking about Mayama (that moron).

Her blonde hair is light and bright in the room’s florescent lighting. Nomiya thinks then that he would buy this girl he is watching (over) flowers and chocolates and win her teddy bears at festivals (this, he has already done) and do all sorts of stupid, young cliché things even though he prides himself on being cool and unaffected. He has driven eighteen hours to see her, though, and if that isn’t being affected, he doesn’t know what is.

When Ayumi hands him a beautifully crafted mug and tells him it‘s for him, just for him, all Nomiya can do is say (stupidly, he judges later), “Thank you.”

birthday, one piece, code geass, d.gray-man, fullmetal alchemist, naruto, house m.d., honey and clover, bleach, fic, kingdom hearts, mai-hime

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