bits and pieces
I've been a little ADD and started writing a bit here and there.
It turns out I'm writing for like five stories at once since not one can hold my attention for too long before I'm off and running to the next one. I'm totally whoring myself out to each of them. Ha ha.
Nothing's finished though.
Just a lookie see for anyone who cares to do so.
Nonchalance, Chapter 5
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Karin/Hitsugaya
As Hitsugaya gets back into his gigai, he finds a familiar sight.
Karin is standing with a group of her classmates nearby. That boy from the match is taking up her attention again. Still, it doesn’t deter her from ending the conversation as she seeks him out instead.
“Hi,” she greets him with a sunny smile when she walks over to him.
He acknowledges her with a side glare that she’s grown accustomed to seeing.
“Sorry if I made you wait,” she says softly, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. “Walk me home?”
“I was not waiting,” he clarifies. “There was a hollow nearby.”
Despite the small smile that forms on her mouth, she doesn’t argue and instead nudges his shoulder with hers before taking a few steps forward.
Somewhat calmer, he takes the familiar spot beside her as they make their way forward but not before sending a silent death threat with an icy stare.
The boy hides behind a small group of remaining classmates. Inwardly, Hitsugaya smiles.
As he looks at her (discreetly, of course) he considers the advice the young girl’s soul offered him before he performed a konso.
As they walk, Karin tells him all about her karate lesson and effectively interrupts whatever ill-conceived plan he has in mind, which kind of works out because he’s not sure what exactly to say anyway.
Instead, he listens to a story that involved her body slamming the instructor over her shoulder.
“And it was awesome!” she proclaims, raising her arms triumphantly.
It reminds him of Isshin as he stares at her, suddenly horrified. They are related after all, he realizes too late. Then it dawns on him how utterly doomed he is.
She’s got that bright, silly grin on her face as she talks, making it seem not so bad.
Ridiculous girl.
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Fandom: FLCL
Pairing: Naota/Ninamori
She hasn't spent the night since they were both twelve during the time that weird girl claiming to be the alien housekeeper hung around. For all the strangeness of that time period, this seems rather normal to her now. Comfortable, even.
Kamon babbles on about his 'zine and the benefits of being an underground publication, even though no one reads it. Shigekuni barks orders at Kanti, who merely shuffles around to serve them all as efficiently as possible. For not even tasting the food, the tempura Canti made is well done and reasonably seasoned. She's learned a long time not to question such oddities and just take a certain amount of mystery to go along with it.
The most notable thing she sees is that Naota doesn't look as sour as when they were younger. He seems rather laid back this time around and doesn't bother trying to cover up or excuse his family's weirdness.
The rain hasn't let up and for once, she's grateful for the bad weather. There's probably minor flooding that would surely impede her from going home and it's not a bad thing at all, considering the awkward silence of the past few weeks.
A clap of thunder sounds through the small dining room, making Kamon jump and cling to the nearest body available. Naota yanks her away in time to avoid Kamon colliding into her. The last thing she sees before the lights go out is Naota's frown directed above her head.
She ends up plastered against him instead and if the lights had stayed on, the two would've looked as though in the middle of a intimate embrace.
"Umm, thanks," she mumbles near his collar bone.
This close, he smells like a lazy afternoon in the sun. It's rather nice, she thinks as she reluctantly extracts herself to sit upright once more. A mostly dormant part of her wonders what it would be like to press her lips against his skin. But then she silently kicks herself for even thinking about such an absurd thing in the middle of an awkward situation.
Amid the wailing sounds of Kamon bemoaning the lack of electricity and his grandfather pointing out some random historical fact about thunderstorms, Naota merely clears his throat.
"Yeah, no prob," he mutters, although he feels his face heat up.
No doubt she'd call him a pervert for even thinking about her in any way less than platonic. Somehow, that doesn't explain why she's so slow to move away from him and reaches for his shoulder even when she doesn't need it to steady herself.
Still, they're both grateful for the dark since it means they don't have to look at each other, lest it break the spell of indifference.
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Fandom: Ergo Proxy
Pairing: Re-L/Vincent
It's after the door closes behind him that he's hit with the realization that she's not at all gentle. Not that he didn't know it before, what with the big gun and the overall attitude, it was pretty hard to miss.
There's a thud echoing in the hallway when she's finally up close and kissing him hard enough to have the back of his head hit against the door. It's not like the instances he imagined after seeing her. True, her mouth is soft, but the devastating hunger that comes along with it surprises him into stillness. He tries to breathe, to make some sense of his legs dying to give out underneath him. It's almost as if she wants him to give in.
And she really doesn't need to go through so much effort, he thinks and submits easily. She's been on his mind since the moment he saw her. It's strange how he feels pliable as putty when she's around. For not knowing much at all, he trusts this feeling of attraction. Pino's commented plenty about the way he reacts to Re-L, not that he's tried to hide it.
His heart pounds louder in his ears the closer she stands, hands wandering over him.
She allows herself a moment to stand back a bit and studies his face with darkened eyes as her fingers undo the buttons of his stupid jacket. Bright green stares back at her, a little afraid and sort of in awe. Then she's off and dragging him a few meters towards the bed where she shoves him into a sitting position and places herself on his lap.
His fingers close around the bedsheets as she alternates between kissing and sinking her teeth on his lip. Tentatively, he responds to her and she feels close to losing it. Something unsettling is running through her veins as she tries to decide what to do.
There's that thing lurking inside, under his skin where her hands are running through his hair and sliding down under his shirt. He's warm to the touch as her nails scrape just barely over his shoulders.
This isn't about provoking it to the surface, to make it arrive on will. Nor is it a whimsy for her to toy carelessly about.
Lips suddenly break off contact, leaving him reeling, spinning, dizzy as she suddenly turns and walks away. She paces a few times around the cramped quarters trying to steady herself. He leans back on his hands, catching his breath before she comes back to undo the buttons of her shirt.
He watches as her top comes off and she just about comes charging at him until she's straddling his lap once more. He is panting against her collar as the jacket is pushed off his shoulders.
No, this about control for her. That he can contain such a thing in the confines of his bone and muscle is more than she can imagine at times. That he can hurt and damage the things around him with a swipe of his arm is confounding. He slips in and out shadows, far too fast for her to follow when a fight breaks out instantaneously. It's like an automatic combat mechanism that's hardwired in his muscles or something. And that's what little she knows of his abilities.
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Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Tenten/Sasuke
Years later, when they would (presumably) be old and gray, they would laugh about this.
At the moment, however, Tenten was halfway between amusement and disgust at seeing Sasuke leering at her so openly. And quite shamelessly at that.
For a guy with his own legion of stalkers and die hard fangirls, the irony of him actually approaching her was surreal. And with a cocky smirk that left her wanting to wipe it off his stupid face.
"You want me."
"Huh?" large, pretty brown eyes blinked slowly. Three times. "Come again?"
Five meters behind him, Sakura and Naruto stopped dead in their tracks and gaped as their teammate neared the frozen brunette.
He got close enough to tuck a stray lock of hair behind one ear and studied her face with a searching gaze. There might have been something wrong with her for not knowing how to respond to the way he bit his lower lip while standing so close or not being able to flee even though she really, really wanted to leave. She entertained the idea of escaping town to never return from that self-imposed exile. Her teammates would completely understand, she was sure.
Maybe she'd be able to trade places with Temari (the bitch). Surely, the Sand didn't have anything as insane as these shinobi. Minus Gaara, of course.
"You totally want me," Sasuke repeated after the close inspection of a lovely complexion, sharp (albeit confused) eyes and full mouth.
And as though nothing had happened, he turned on his heel to start walking away, cool as ever.
Her eyes widened. Her throat constricted, nearly choking her in a mixture of disbelief and fury. Then her fingers reacted first by twitching. Her head lowered to stare down at her fidgeting hands.
"Yeah, I want you," she agreed a few seconds later as her fists tightened.
Naruto and Sakura looked dubiously at each other.
"I want you dead!" Tenten yelled.
This time, she lunged at him.
Idiot Proof (challenge prompt)
Fandom: NarutoPairing: Tenten/Sasuke
The first smile Hyuga Neji ever cracked made a child cry. A few elderly passersby who happened upon the scene had minor heart attacks. Stray dogs whimpered before breaking out into a full run in the opposite direction.
It was frightening, to say the least.
Anbu had even considered it for a weapon of some sort to stun or even provoke fear in a hostile territory. Morino Ibiki had thought it might come in handy as an interrogation tool, but had it struck down by the hokage, who claimed it was cruel and unusual punishment. (In an odd twist, the Anbu recommendation was still under consideration, seeing as the mantra “everything goes” applied even during a conflict.)
Despite these ominous sign, Tenten was beside herself in the results her 12-step program had accomplished. While her smile was far from scary, her cackle had nearly the same results as Neji’s toothy disaster of a grin.
She wrote down the experiences into a step-by-step book titled Initiating Development Integration Of Talent. Or I.D.I.O.T. to shorten it. The handbook (which could be compared to biblical proportions for the minutiae of details included) included minor facial tics (before that pesky blood limit triggered), family history rants (usually used as an explanation for triggering said blood limit) and how to handle the awkward moments that ensued (those abounded plenty) among other things.
It turns out I'm writing for like five stories at once since not one can hold my attention for too long before I'm off and running to the next one. I'm totally whoring myself out to each of them. Ha ha.
Nothing's finished though.
Just a lookie see for anyone who cares to do so.
Nonchalance, Chapter 5
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Karin/Hitsugaya
As Hitsugaya gets back into his gigai, he finds a familiar sight.
Karin is standing with a group of her classmates nearby. That boy from the match is taking up her attention again. Still, it doesn’t deter her from ending the conversation as she seeks him out instead.
“Hi,” she greets him with a sunny smile when she walks over to him.
He acknowledges her with a side glare that she’s grown accustomed to seeing.
“Sorry if I made you wait,” she says softly, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. “Walk me home?”
“I was not waiting,” he clarifies. “There was a hollow nearby.”
Despite the small smile that forms on her mouth, she doesn’t argue and instead nudges his shoulder with hers before taking a few steps forward.
Somewhat calmer, he takes the familiar spot beside her as they make their way forward but not before sending a silent death threat with an icy stare.
The boy hides behind a small group of remaining classmates. Inwardly, Hitsugaya smiles.
As he looks at her (discreetly, of course) he considers the advice the young girl’s soul offered him before he performed a konso.
As they walk, Karin tells him all about her karate lesson and effectively interrupts whatever ill-conceived plan he has in mind, which kind of works out because he’s not sure what exactly to say anyway.
Instead, he listens to a story that involved her body slamming the instructor over her shoulder.
“And it was awesome!” she proclaims, raising her arms triumphantly.
It reminds him of Isshin as he stares at her, suddenly horrified. They are related after all, he realizes too late. Then it dawns on him how utterly doomed he is.
She’s got that bright, silly grin on her face as she talks, making it seem not so bad.
Ridiculous girl.
Untitled (so far)
Fandom: FLCL
Pairing: Naota/Ninamori
She hasn't spent the night since they were both twelve during the time that weird girl claiming to be the alien housekeeper hung around. For all the strangeness of that time period, this seems rather normal to her now. Comfortable, even.
Kamon babbles on about his 'zine and the benefits of being an underground publication, even though no one reads it. Shigekuni barks orders at Kanti, who merely shuffles around to serve them all as efficiently as possible. For not even tasting the food, the tempura Canti made is well done and reasonably seasoned. She's learned a long time not to question such oddities and just take a certain amount of mystery to go along with it.
The most notable thing she sees is that Naota doesn't look as sour as when they were younger. He seems rather laid back this time around and doesn't bother trying to cover up or excuse his family's weirdness.
The rain hasn't let up and for once, she's grateful for the bad weather. There's probably minor flooding that would surely impede her from going home and it's not a bad thing at all, considering the awkward silence of the past few weeks.
A clap of thunder sounds through the small dining room, making Kamon jump and cling to the nearest body available. Naota yanks her away in time to avoid Kamon colliding into her. The last thing she sees before the lights go out is Naota's frown directed above her head.
She ends up plastered against him instead and if the lights had stayed on, the two would've looked as though in the middle of a intimate embrace.
"Umm, thanks," she mumbles near his collar bone.
This close, he smells like a lazy afternoon in the sun. It's rather nice, she thinks as she reluctantly extracts herself to sit upright once more. A mostly dormant part of her wonders what it would be like to press her lips against his skin. But then she silently kicks herself for even thinking about such an absurd thing in the middle of an awkward situation.
Amid the wailing sounds of Kamon bemoaning the lack of electricity and his grandfather pointing out some random historical fact about thunderstorms, Naota merely clears his throat.
"Yeah, no prob," he mutters, although he feels his face heat up.
No doubt she'd call him a pervert for even thinking about her in any way less than platonic. Somehow, that doesn't explain why she's so slow to move away from him and reaches for his shoulder even when she doesn't need it to steady herself.
Still, they're both grateful for the dark since it means they don't have to look at each other, lest it break the spell of indifference.
Untitled (so far)
Fandom: Ergo Proxy
Pairing: Re-L/Vincent
It's after the door closes behind him that he's hit with the realization that she's not at all gentle. Not that he didn't know it before, what with the big gun and the overall attitude, it was pretty hard to miss.
There's a thud echoing in the hallway when she's finally up close and kissing him hard enough to have the back of his head hit against the door. It's not like the instances he imagined after seeing her. True, her mouth is soft, but the devastating hunger that comes along with it surprises him into stillness. He tries to breathe, to make some sense of his legs dying to give out underneath him. It's almost as if she wants him to give in.
And she really doesn't need to go through so much effort, he thinks and submits easily. She's been on his mind since the moment he saw her. It's strange how he feels pliable as putty when she's around. For not knowing much at all, he trusts this feeling of attraction. Pino's commented plenty about the way he reacts to Re-L, not that he's tried to hide it.
His heart pounds louder in his ears the closer she stands, hands wandering over him.
She allows herself a moment to stand back a bit and studies his face with darkened eyes as her fingers undo the buttons of his stupid jacket. Bright green stares back at her, a little afraid and sort of in awe. Then she's off and dragging him a few meters towards the bed where she shoves him into a sitting position and places herself on his lap.
His fingers close around the bedsheets as she alternates between kissing and sinking her teeth on his lip. Tentatively, he responds to her and she feels close to losing it. Something unsettling is running through her veins as she tries to decide what to do.
There's that thing lurking inside, under his skin where her hands are running through his hair and sliding down under his shirt. He's warm to the touch as her nails scrape just barely over his shoulders.
This isn't about provoking it to the surface, to make it arrive on will. Nor is it a whimsy for her to toy carelessly about.
Lips suddenly break off contact, leaving him reeling, spinning, dizzy as she suddenly turns and walks away. She paces a few times around the cramped quarters trying to steady herself. He leans back on his hands, catching his breath before she comes back to undo the buttons of her shirt.
He watches as her top comes off and she just about comes charging at him until she's straddling his lap once more. He is panting against her collar as the jacket is pushed off his shoulders.
No, this about control for her. That he can contain such a thing in the confines of his bone and muscle is more than she can imagine at times. That he can hurt and damage the things around him with a swipe of his arm is confounding. He slips in and out shadows, far too fast for her to follow when a fight breaks out instantaneously. It's like an automatic combat mechanism that's hardwired in his muscles or something. And that's what little she knows of his abilities.
Untitled (so far) - challenge prompt
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Tenten/Sasuke
Years later, when they would (presumably) be old and gray, they would laugh about this.
At the moment, however, Tenten was halfway between amusement and disgust at seeing Sasuke leering at her so openly. And quite shamelessly at that.
For a guy with his own legion of stalkers and die hard fangirls, the irony of him actually approaching her was surreal. And with a cocky smirk that left her wanting to wipe it off his stupid face.
"You want me."
"Huh?" large, pretty brown eyes blinked slowly. Three times. "Come again?"
Five meters behind him, Sakura and Naruto stopped dead in their tracks and gaped as their teammate neared the frozen brunette.
He got close enough to tuck a stray lock of hair behind one ear and studied her face with a searching gaze. There might have been something wrong with her for not knowing how to respond to the way he bit his lower lip while standing so close or not being able to flee even though she really, really wanted to leave. She entertained the idea of escaping town to never return from that self-imposed exile. Her teammates would completely understand, she was sure.
Maybe she'd be able to trade places with Temari (the bitch). Surely, the Sand didn't have anything as insane as these shinobi. Minus Gaara, of course.
"You totally want me," Sasuke repeated after the close inspection of a lovely complexion, sharp (albeit confused) eyes and full mouth.
And as though nothing had happened, he turned on his heel to start walking away, cool as ever.
Her eyes widened. Her throat constricted, nearly choking her in a mixture of disbelief and fury. Then her fingers reacted first by twitching. Her head lowered to stare down at her fidgeting hands.
"Yeah, I want you," she agreed a few seconds later as her fists tightened.
Naruto and Sakura looked dubiously at each other.
"I want you dead!" Tenten yelled.
This time, she lunged at him.
Idiot Proof (challenge prompt)
Fandom: NarutoPairing: Tenten/Sasuke
The first smile Hyuga Neji ever cracked made a child cry. A few elderly passersby who happened upon the scene had minor heart attacks. Stray dogs whimpered before breaking out into a full run in the opposite direction.
It was frightening, to say the least.
Anbu had even considered it for a weapon of some sort to stun or even provoke fear in a hostile territory. Morino Ibiki had thought it might come in handy as an interrogation tool, but had it struck down by the hokage, who claimed it was cruel and unusual punishment. (In an odd twist, the Anbu recommendation was still under consideration, seeing as the mantra “everything goes” applied even during a conflict.)
Despite these ominous sign, Tenten was beside herself in the results her 12-step program had accomplished. While her smile was far from scary, her cackle had nearly the same results as Neji’s toothy disaster of a grin.
She wrote down the experiences into a step-by-step book titled Initiating Development Integration Of Talent. Or I.D.I.O.T. to shorten it. The handbook (which could be compared to biblical proportions for the minutiae of details included) included minor facial tics (before that pesky blood limit triggered), family history rants (usually used as an explanation for triggering said blood limit) and how to handle the awkward moments that ensued (those abounded plenty) among other things.