Drabblin' Party
I have lotsa stuff here that I was trying to put off posting just because there is so much of it. I must do this more often.
Drabbles:
D.Gray-Man
(2) AllenxRhode
Flavor of Deception (title unsure)
A/N: I think this is one of my better AllenxRhode ones. (One reason may be because it's almost-smut) Thus, it gets to go first.
Dark hands glide over pale, sallow skin, embroidering designs with fingertips and sensations. There is something impeccable in this. It is something like stomping your boot-encased feet in virgin snow, caught up in a childish fit of destroying that which is pure. Nerve endings sizzle and hairs raise; the tracery is starting to get far more detailed.
“You should get out in the sun more, Allen.” A nail pinches a sensitive inch of skin, the victim hisses out of pain or pleasure. “But I suppose it’s not really your fault.”
When had it gotten to be like this? Covert meetings and veiled looks on both parties’ sides seemed, for all appearances, to be easy enough to conceal. There certainly didn’t seem to be a weakening sense of purpose. So when did this thing start? There wasn’t necessarily a time (minutes and days run together like watercolors, bleeding out of the lines of everyday life in dripping hues of black and white), so the seduction was that of unbridled indulgence in the forbidden, the prohibited, the taboo. It was that of unbridled indulgence in betrayal. The action of it left a taste in their mouths incomparable to that of lollipops or heaps of food.
“It must be this London weather,” She drags one nail down his chest and he shudders, but at the same time her toes are writhing with anticipation. She is the only one of the two with balls enough to create taunting half-conversation.
He tugs at her striped stockings with one hand in reply, using the other to heft himself up and latch his mouth on her shoulder. There was something about that flavor, wasn’t there? A bell rings in his head, and he places his finger on the word.
Ambrosial. That was the essence of betrayal.
Toys
A/N: Tiki Mick is God's answer to women. Other than that, I like the idea of a possesive Rhode and a protective brother. (P.S. Are they even really siblings? I hope so.)
“Good. You’re here.” Rhode beckoned him. “I need help with my maths.”
Tiki stood in the doorway, watching his sister tap her pen on the table expectantly. One gloved finger tapped the edges of his stovepipe hat. “I met your toy today.”
Lavender eyes rose from the sheet of paper to meet his. “Oh? Did you? What did you think of him?” Don’t you mess with him.
“He was very good at cheating, but we didn’t call him on it.” I won’t.
“That’s surprising,” She said, tilting her chair on its back two legs. She does not speak for a second, thinking. Replaying. “…He cried, you know.”
Her brother smiles, cheeks dimpling in remembrance of a lost Noah childhood. “Your expectations panned out, it seems.”
She grins now, savage jack-o-lantern expression taking siege of her face. “They always pan out.”
Bleach
(1) Soi Fong, Ulquiorra
(1) Gin, Aizen
I Don't Know if You've Heard
A/N: I wrote this for my Bleach Exchange. I'm pleased with the idea, I just wish I had longer to work on it. Once again, laziness conspired against me! D:
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I am someone like you. I am someone who serves someone else. I am Arrancar.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t particularly enjoy my job when all it consists of is slaughtering those bits of trash I’m ordered to when they serve absolutely no reasonable purpose. Aizen-sama ordered it, though, and I must obey his will, because there is always some reason behind it later on. But I digress. I don’t think of you as one of those insignificant little pricks. In fact, I think I have acquired some small degree of respect for your determination, your sense of revenge, your power. You are making me draw my sword. I haven’t been forced to do this yet.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but your friends are dead. One does not blindly rush into Hueco Mundo. When blind men run into the street, they are killed. With no disrespect for Tousen-sama, I can truthfully say that blindness is the most potent weakness. I can tell you how they perished, if you want. No? Very well. I will tell you that many of them were quite formidable.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but only just last week, the desert was flowing with dark rivers of billowing red shades. It was quite a biblical sight if you are familiar with the Christian religion. The lower arrancar spent two days cleaning it up, but it didn’t matter. Such a thing is only fit for Heaven.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but that human girl still lives in this palace of the dead. The state of her mind is severely cracked by human standards, but by my own, I believe it has never been better. Gin’s woman was the only death of her friends that she witnessed, and a single tear was all she shed when our Sixth Espada pierced the woman through the stomach. It was after this occurrence that Grimmjow met his demise and Gin fled to the human realm.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the world is going to end.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but you are soon going to fall into these ranks of the expired. Your eyes go wide, Mistress of the Hornet’s Sting. You don’t understand what is happening when instead of your flower blooming atop your chest, it is the tip of a weapon used to kill; the tip of a sword. Instead of your flower, a flower of a higher caliber of beauty opens its red petals.
“Y…Yoruichi?” You whisper her name as you stare back at her face, your eyes unmasking any and all emotions you have ever corked inside.
I don’t think anyone’s mentioned to you that I’ve adopted much of my style from my master.
Country of Liars
A/N: This could have been written better. I think I am infatuated with the idea of Gin betraying Hueco Mundo. Maybe I just like Gin too much.
He is not the only one with hidden thoughts and sly lies. You know this. He is good at it, you’ll admit, or else how could he fool those who are called gods? Aizen Sousuke is a slippery man, the type to fall through your fingers, the moment you give him the smallest crack.
A kind disposition is often one not to be trusted, but it is just as often trusted anyway.
This man with the kind disposition knows all there is to know about trust: how to obtain it, how to keep it, how to use it, and how to throw it away.
He should, you think plainly, write a book.
And you might even help him, because while he knew it all, you had learned it all.
And there was something guarded about his eyes, even now.
My, you think. So many liabilities with this man. Is he not someone you have vowed to follow?
You do not commit to vows easily. You think long and hard about them, turning them over in your mind with a rather frightening thought process based on chance and consequences weighed against personal gain. You never really trusted gut feeling, anyway.
Rangiku never questioned this. She understood-- no, you can’t say that. She tolerated. She tolerated your lack of taking vows. Never had you uttered those words she so wanted to hear.
She didn’t trust you. Perhaps now, when you are gone, she will teach Kira a lesson in suspicion.
Aizen is suspicious. Aizen, you know, is doubtful of everything. It is how he is so confident. He thinks of everything.
A vow is a vow. A mask is a mask. Masks can be worn underneath masks, and even then, your face could be painted with blossoming reds and beautiful untruths.
“Gin,” Aizen summons, crooking a finger. Beckoning.
“Yes, sir,” You reply lightly, voice lilting with the accent native to liars. This is a Country of Liars.
Vows are not things to take lightly. It is a good thing, then, that they are easy to deflect when you cross your fingers behind your back.
Fic-fics
YYH
(1) Hina, Yukina, Hiei
(1) Many chapters for HieixBotan
he comes to me one evening
Miles to Go (HB)
Both of these fics turned out to be fairly awesome. I'm a romantic at heart, though.
Misc.: D.Gray-ManxBleach crossover
So This is London
This one is terrible. I wrote it awfully. I should revise it like crazy one day, but I think I'm too lazy.
In completely other news: I finished the Ouran High School Host Club anime the other day, and found that I didn't really like the ending. It ended too fast. :( But I like every single pairing that exists in that entire thing, pointedly because I like all characters. Even when I didn't care for Kyouya too much, I decided I liked him once he got stranded in the mall. How adorable.
I also have some D.Gray-Man doodles scanned. I'll mess with them later. I'm just glad I got all this crap out of the way.
Drabbles:
D.Gray-Man
(2) AllenxRhode
Flavor of Deception (title unsure)
A/N: I think this is one of my better AllenxRhode ones. (One reason may be because it's almost-smut) Thus, it gets to go first.
Dark hands glide over pale, sallow skin, embroidering designs with fingertips and sensations. There is something impeccable in this. It is something like stomping your boot-encased feet in virgin snow, caught up in a childish fit of destroying that which is pure. Nerve endings sizzle and hairs raise; the tracery is starting to get far more detailed.
“You should get out in the sun more, Allen.” A nail pinches a sensitive inch of skin, the victim hisses out of pain or pleasure. “But I suppose it’s not really your fault.”
When had it gotten to be like this? Covert meetings and veiled looks on both parties’ sides seemed, for all appearances, to be easy enough to conceal. There certainly didn’t seem to be a weakening sense of purpose. So when did this thing start? There wasn’t necessarily a time (minutes and days run together like watercolors, bleeding out of the lines of everyday life in dripping hues of black and white), so the seduction was that of unbridled indulgence in the forbidden, the prohibited, the taboo. It was that of unbridled indulgence in betrayal. The action of it left a taste in their mouths incomparable to that of lollipops or heaps of food.
“It must be this London weather,” She drags one nail down his chest and he shudders, but at the same time her toes are writhing with anticipation. She is the only one of the two with balls enough to create taunting half-conversation.
He tugs at her striped stockings with one hand in reply, using the other to heft himself up and latch his mouth on her shoulder. There was something about that flavor, wasn’t there? A bell rings in his head, and he places his finger on the word.
Ambrosial. That was the essence of betrayal.
Toys
A/N: Tiki Mick is God's answer to women. Other than that, I like the idea of a possesive Rhode and a protective brother. (P.S. Are they even really siblings? I hope so.)
“Good. You’re here.” Rhode beckoned him. “I need help with my maths.”
Tiki stood in the doorway, watching his sister tap her pen on the table expectantly. One gloved finger tapped the edges of his stovepipe hat. “I met your toy today.”
Lavender eyes rose from the sheet of paper to meet his. “Oh? Did you? What did you think of him?” Don’t you mess with him.
“He was very good at cheating, but we didn’t call him on it.” I won’t.
“That’s surprising,” She said, tilting her chair on its back two legs. She does not speak for a second, thinking. Replaying. “…He cried, you know.”
Her brother smiles, cheeks dimpling in remembrance of a lost Noah childhood. “Your expectations panned out, it seems.”
She grins now, savage jack-o-lantern expression taking siege of her face. “They always pan out.”
Bleach
(1) Soi Fong, Ulquiorra
(1) Gin, Aizen
I Don't Know if You've Heard
A/N: I wrote this for my Bleach Exchange. I'm pleased with the idea, I just wish I had longer to work on it. Once again, laziness conspired against me! D:
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I am someone like you. I am someone who serves someone else. I am Arrancar.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I don’t particularly enjoy my job when all it consists of is slaughtering those bits of trash I’m ordered to when they serve absolutely no reasonable purpose. Aizen-sama ordered it, though, and I must obey his will, because there is always some reason behind it later on. But I digress. I don’t think of you as one of those insignificant little pricks. In fact, I think I have acquired some small degree of respect for your determination, your sense of revenge, your power. You are making me draw my sword. I haven’t been forced to do this yet.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but your friends are dead. One does not blindly rush into Hueco Mundo. When blind men run into the street, they are killed. With no disrespect for Tousen-sama, I can truthfully say that blindness is the most potent weakness. I can tell you how they perished, if you want. No? Very well. I will tell you that many of them were quite formidable.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but only just last week, the desert was flowing with dark rivers of billowing red shades. It was quite a biblical sight if you are familiar with the Christian religion. The lower arrancar spent two days cleaning it up, but it didn’t matter. Such a thing is only fit for Heaven.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but that human girl still lives in this palace of the dead. The state of her mind is severely cracked by human standards, but by my own, I believe it has never been better. Gin’s woman was the only death of her friends that she witnessed, and a single tear was all she shed when our Sixth Espada pierced the woman through the stomach. It was after this occurrence that Grimmjow met his demise and Gin fled to the human realm.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the world is going to end.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but you are soon going to fall into these ranks of the expired. Your eyes go wide, Mistress of the Hornet’s Sting. You don’t understand what is happening when instead of your flower blooming atop your chest, it is the tip of a weapon used to kill; the tip of a sword. Instead of your flower, a flower of a higher caliber of beauty opens its red petals.
“Y…Yoruichi?” You whisper her name as you stare back at her face, your eyes unmasking any and all emotions you have ever corked inside.
I don’t think anyone’s mentioned to you that I’ve adopted much of my style from my master.
Country of Liars
A/N: This could have been written better. I think I am infatuated with the idea of Gin betraying Hueco Mundo. Maybe I just like Gin too much.
He is not the only one with hidden thoughts and sly lies. You know this. He is good at it, you’ll admit, or else how could he fool those who are called gods? Aizen Sousuke is a slippery man, the type to fall through your fingers, the moment you give him the smallest crack.
A kind disposition is often one not to be trusted, but it is just as often trusted anyway.
This man with the kind disposition knows all there is to know about trust: how to obtain it, how to keep it, how to use it, and how to throw it away.
He should, you think plainly, write a book.
And you might even help him, because while he knew it all, you had learned it all.
And there was something guarded about his eyes, even now.
My, you think. So many liabilities with this man. Is he not someone you have vowed to follow?
You do not commit to vows easily. You think long and hard about them, turning them over in your mind with a rather frightening thought process based on chance and consequences weighed against personal gain. You never really trusted gut feeling, anyway.
Rangiku never questioned this. She understood-- no, you can’t say that. She tolerated. She tolerated your lack of taking vows. Never had you uttered those words she so wanted to hear.
She didn’t trust you. Perhaps now, when you are gone, she will teach Kira a lesson in suspicion.
Aizen is suspicious. Aizen, you know, is doubtful of everything. It is how he is so confident. He thinks of everything.
A vow is a vow. A mask is a mask. Masks can be worn underneath masks, and even then, your face could be painted with blossoming reds and beautiful untruths.
“Gin,” Aizen summons, crooking a finger. Beckoning.
“Yes, sir,” You reply lightly, voice lilting with the accent native to liars. This is a Country of Liars.
Vows are not things to take lightly. It is a good thing, then, that they are easy to deflect when you cross your fingers behind your back.
Fic-fics
YYH
(1) Hina, Yukina, Hiei
(1) Many chapters for HieixBotan
he comes to me one evening
Miles to Go (HB)
Both of these fics turned out to be fairly awesome. I'm a romantic at heart, though.
Misc.: D.Gray-ManxBleach crossover
So This is London
This one is terrible. I wrote it awfully. I should revise it like crazy one day, but I think I'm too lazy.
In completely other news: I finished the Ouran High School Host Club anime the other day, and found that I didn't really like the ending. It ended too fast. :( But I like every single pairing that exists in that entire thing, pointedly because I like all characters. Even when I didn't care for Kyouya too much, I decided I liked him once he got stranded in the mall. How adorable.
I also have some D.Gray-Man doodles scanned. I'll mess with them later. I'm just glad I got all this crap out of the way.