[snakes on a plane | collection]
Score! First addition to this new journal of mine, and it's kind of like a tribute to the name of it. Using the Snakes on a Plane soundtrack, I wrote drabbles according to whatever song title was there for prompts.
I'm not really sure if I'm satisfied with this collection. Some of them I really like, and a lot of them I'm not at all crazy about-- but nyah.
Fandoms included: Naruto, Bleach, Dead or Alive, Guilty Gear, Chrno Crusade, Battle Royale, Fullmetal Alchemist, Naruto/Bleach crossover. Total: 16.
[01] Snakes on a Plane (Bring It) -- Cobra Starship. [Kakashi/Sakura.]
Naruto. Alternate Universe.
After the predicament had finally ended, Kakashi found himself in the position of any attractive man who'd saved an attractive girl's life from a plane full of venomous snakes. He watched the girl write a random set of numbers down on a curious piece of small paper, and when she handed it to him, he was too busy analyzing the pattern to see her cheesy grin.
"Call me!"
[02] The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage -- Panic! at the Disco. [Shuuhei/Soi Fong.]
Bleach. Unspecific to Timeline.
He found himself wheezing within every breath, and all she had in return for him was a wicked grin, a wolfish one that held no appreciation for his blood. He coughed and was desperate for air, at one point violently vomiting for the sake of a suck of oxygen.
"Damn bitch," he coughed while holding his stomach. If not for him, she would've been dead, taichou or not. "Fuck..."
Soi Fong sat on one knee near his face and ran her thin fingers along a trace of blood that dripped ever so smoothly down the side of his tattooed cheek. He winced, but at the same time welcomed the touch of the ungrateful woman. "You wanted recognition, bozu?" Her wolfish grin turned into a look of disgust, and her voice barked authoritatively; "You're fukutaichou rank, are you not? You do your job as need be."
It was Shuuhei's turn to grin, but this wasn't amusement or genuine happiness-- it was equal disgust and frustration, if not more. His bloodied hand went to her wrist and yanked her light body down next to him. "I'm a comrade who risked his life out of genuine concern, duty aside." As fukutaichou, he would honestly expect the higher woman to save her own damn self. He sat himself up, with a struggle, but he made it.
[03] Black Mamba -- The Academy Is... [Shino/Ino.]
Naruto. Post-series.
Shino and Ino somewhat held the same sort of fascination for their separate interests. While they weren't particularly interested in each others' collections, they could at least carry a decent conversation from time to time. The flower shop had become a familiar place to the both of them after a while, as Ino's disgust from his bug collection had become something of a mild acceptance.
With her head tilted to the side one day, she inquired, "Okay, and what's that one?"
"Err, the Black Mamba."
She curiously looked at him. "Excuse me?"
Shino looked away. "The Black Mamba."
"Interesting. That flower over there is called the Black Mamba, coincidentally."
As Shino left, he slipped the Black Mamba insect into the pot that held the Black Mamba plant.
[04] Ophidiophobia -- Cee Lo Green. [Shuuhei/Soi Fong]
Bleach. Unspecific to Timeline.
It was true that Soi Fong had a bit less to offer than the lot of her female comrades when it came to the dips and curves that was expected in a perfect form. Her hair didn't much compensate for that, as her locks were kept tied, save for the short layers that didn't interrupt battle. Her shoulders and arms were bony, and the same could be said about her waistline.
But if she had something going for her, it was that thin white cloth visible on either side of that hakama when she went without her full uniform. Body aside, she also possessed the face of a beauty, one that could rival the lot of her female comrades, and a battle she could most easily win.
Sometimes, however, she would get this look upon her face that resembled that of a snake: venomous and lecherous with that deadly glint in her eye that would intimidate even him.
If anything, though, it was what he saw behind those eyes that intimidated him even more: pain, bitterness, regret... he saw a broken child.
[05] Can't Take It -- The All-American Rejects. [Kakashi/Sakura]
Naruto. Unspecific to Timeline.
"Close your eyes," he whispered soothingly into her ear. When he felt her lashes brush over the nape of his neck, his finger slipped under the thin dark layer of fabric that separated his lips from the rest of the world. He only took it down a little, only exposing what was necessary, before crushing his naked lips over hers.
And she couldn't help but open her eyes wide in shock, only to close them again as she melted into his touch.
[06] Queen of Apology -- The Sounds. [Jann Lee/Lei Fang]
Dead or Alive. Unspecific to Timeline.
He couldn't believe it.
He just couldn't believe it.
His curled up body lay motionless on the sub-zero gravelly ground, though the temperature and texture both unknown to him as there was only one thing that he could focus on, and that was his defeat. His pathetic defeat at that, for his hand gripped at his crotch in hopes to make himself feel better, all the while plotting vengeance on a certain someone.
Lei Fang was excited at first that she'd gotten Jann Lee on the floor against his will, but something seemed odd about this stance. With her hands on her hips, she gazed down at him with a raised eyebrow and a pout.
"Really, you don't have to take this loss of yours so hard. I mean, I'm sure you saw it coming. It was inevitable! If anything, I think you should be congrat--"
"Lei," he muttered weakly. "That was... a low blow..."
It was then when she realized what she'd done, and he went from hearing nothing but victory yells to nothing but apologies.
[07] Of All The Gin Joints In All The World -- Fall Out Boy. [Sol/Baiken]
Guilty Gear. Post-series.
Of all of the bars he could've taken her...
It offered seclusion.
Something was in the air, something that made her incredibly and enjoyably dizzy, and awfully tolerant. Or perhaps she was only high off of the blood that coated her katana, the blood she had yet to properly wash off, the blood she'd been craving and lusting for since her childhood years. Though she'd physically weakened considerably, it didn't matter. The fact was that she'd accomplished her duty.
Her pink hair was loose from its ponytail, her kimono loose from her body, her weak fingers holding gingerly onto a fragile sake dish. Something... someone straddled her, that someone ran his fingers over her curves.
The fact was that the blood was still spilling, and the fact was that life was still slipping.
Her fingers carelessly dropped the sake and instead ran themselves through soft brown locks.
The fact was: she didn't care.
[08] New Friend Request -- Gym Class Heroes. [Kakashi/Sakura]
Naruto. Pre- Sasuke Betrayal.
Just like Kakashi was known for rejecting every year of genin that suffered his first test before they inevitably had to go back home and sulk, he was also known for rejecting New Friend Requests on MySpace. He set up an account and hadn't really bothered to use it, so he didn't know why people often tried to "friend" him.
But he liked to "reject" them. It was... fun.
Except for one time, when he actually had to hear about it the next day. "Kakashi-sensei! Kakashi-sensei, why did you reject me? Kakashi-sensei, that's so mean! Kakashi-sensei, have you no heart? Kakashi-sensei, I didn't want to be your friend, anyway!"
That same night, Kakashi sent his first-ever New Friend Request.
[09] Around The Horn -- The Bronx. [Rosette/Joshua siblingship]
Chrno Crusade. Anime, Post-series.
His hands would rest idly on the sides of his head every once in a while. When he closed his eyes, he would think of pain. He couldn't feel it, but he knew it so clearly. His hands would tighten, tighten until his hands felt the same pain--
And they would soften.
His blue eyes would close, close so wistfully, close so gently. Hands just slightly larger than his would clasp over his, and a sweet pair of pink lips would press themselves so gingerly against his forehead.
Golden locks.
He would snap out of his daydream and break into tears, for reasons he was so desperately unsure of.
[10] Remember To Feel Real -- Armor For Sheep. [Chipp/Millia]
Guilty Gear. Unspecific to Timeline.
Chipp, while slow, was not blind. He could see the woman's hesitation before his eyes with every step he took. That is to say, with every step toward her heart, mind and soul, she would pause, and then resist with all that it took.
When he kissed her cheek, she sent him a look that measured up to something that he couldn't see; was she appalled? Shocked? In fear?
She was adorable.
Stroking her paralyzed cheek with his large hand, he again kissed her, this time on her forehead. "You know," he murmured, "it wouldn't hurt to act the way you feel, sometimes."
[11] Wine Red -- The Hush Sound. [Sasuke/Sakura]
Naruto. Post-snake up Sasuke's arse series.
"Spar?" Sakura could only stare at him before bursting into a fit of chuckles, of mocking chuckles. "Silly. I'm not sparring today! Heck, I'm not even using my own chakra, I'm just that determined."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. So, no go!" Her grin was smug. "It's like I'm a free spirit, hah." Her hand reached for the basket of apples next to her, and when she popped one in her mouth, she seemed to have been savoring the taste more than she was savoring Sasuke's company. He observed her, and then the apples, and then the one in her mouth. Silently tilting his head to the side, he sighed and leaned his weight against the trunk of the tree to wait for a breeze.
When the smallest wind blew toward them, he connected his chakra with the air and gave an extra push at her back, one that was abnormally heavy and strong enough to knock her off of the branch she was currently sitting on. He'd caught her in mid-bite, so when he caught her hands before her whole body could slide off, she was stuck without a word. After intertwining their fingers, he stepped forward and took the apple between his teeth, and with that, let her hands go and turned away.
It wasn't until he heard a yelp and a hard collapse to the ground when he realized that she was serious about not using her chakra.
[12] Bruised -- Jack's Mannequin. [Ichigo/Orihime]
Bleach. Post-series.
Ichigo was just a bit more than alarmed when his wife came falling through the front door with not so much as a yelp. He dropped his book and rushed to her side, quickly glanced over her and took her shoulders.
"The hell," he whispered, then frowned down at her. "What happened?"
"Ehee," Orihime half-chuckled, half-groaned. "Oh poo, the strawberries spilled open."
"Orihime!" he seemed to have demanded this time, and when he looked at her again, he noticed something dark on her leg. His brows furrowed. "Hollow?"
"I got hit by a car," she explained. "Ichi, the strawber--!"
"It was a car this time, right?"
They exchanged glances, Orihime's confusion and Ichigo's mild amusement. When Orihime finally understood what exactly it was that he meant, she giggled.
"Yes, yes! It was a car! Eep! It hurts, it hurts!"
"Ee," Ichigo grunted, and picked Orihime up by her torso. The groceries could wait.
[13] Wake Up -- Coheed & Cambria. [Yukie/Keita]
Battle Royale. Post-universe.
He couldn't understand exactly why Yukie the way she was, but could only assume it was a complex she'd developed throughout her high school years as the class representative of their class. While kind of annoying, at first, to him it grew cute. He watched her frantically open up the closet doors, and then the dresser drawers, rummage through the bathroom drawers and come back into the room.
"Something you need?"
"Why aren't you up!" she could only scold in return. Her arms flew to the air at that, and when she went to the night stand to go through that drawer, she sighed in relief. "Here it is."
Keita groaned. Curling an arm around her waist, he pulled her backward on top of him, and with a squeak she slid to his side. "Just go back to sleep." Her lips formed into a pout, for she was used to being the level-headed one. After thinking it over, she grinned and curled up into his side. Sometimes, even a goody-two-shoes had to break the rules.
[14] Lovely Day -- Donavon Frankenreiter. [Shikamaru/Ino]
Naruto. Unspecific to Timeline.
Ino was a fair-skinned girl who rarely, rarely tanned, even after a burn. While for some time she found herself disappointed in this, she ended up falling in love with her skin, for it was natural and flawless. There were no marks or scars, no awkwardly placed moles, and no explosions of freckles.
Although, she sometimes forgot to put sunscreen on her skin whenever she went to the beach. Too caught up in the fun, perhaps, and maybe she was just a bit careless as it was. So she regretted it, whenever she was stuck under the shade the very next day.
"And you get on me about referring to things as 'troublesome'."
"Oh, get lost."
[15] Hey Now Now -- Michael Franti & Spearhead. [Wrinry!Envy/Winry]
Fullmetal Alchemist. Unspecific to Timeline.
There was something he found himself liking about this form. With the lecherous grin he'd painted on the otherwise innocent face, he would stare at himself in the broken mirror and finger the lengthy locks of sunny hair. And craving more, he would play with the body he'd donned himself in, sometimes playing a twisted game of dress-up, sometimes undressing altogether.
When the girl ended up on her back in the dusty room next to the same mirror, he could only take this opportunity to create a new meaning to the word 'mirror'.
"Hey," she muttered in a gravelly voice, and her hands would press against the chest above her in an attempt to push him off. "... What's..."
"Shh," he whispered in the same angelic voice, "we'll add the audio, later."
[16] Snakes on a Plane - The Theme [Score] -- Trevor Rabin. [Tayuya/Grimmjow]
Naruto/Bleach crossover. Alternate Universe.
They could both say that they were honestly inspired by the new occult movie, Snakes on a Plane. It was to the point where they once attempted to try it out, themselves, but then they change their minds for their lack of originality.
They did, however, at least set up a quick prank before proceeding with their more creative plan that involved ostriches and planes.
Tayuya peered into the piloting area with a wicked grin; "Ready to dip?"
Grimmjow hadn't said a work, only plummeted the plane.
Screams and cries of confusion could be heard in the next room, but Tayuya only continued on. "Aw-- shit! Fuckin' shit, pull down the oxygen masks!"
Someone back there did, and as the oxygen masks spilled down, so did a good few hundreds of rubbery, slimy "snakes". The shrill of screams only continued, and Tayuya got her laugh, and she laughed hard. It was great, and oh man! People were really dying! And the plane was still going down! Oh man! Grimmjow was better at this than she thought he would be!
... Wait. Tayuya turned around and banged on the door. "Hey! Hey Grimmcock, this ain't funny anymore! Shit! Shit, man! Open up!" Using all her strength, she shoved the door open and growled. Grimmjow was still enjoying himself.
"Fuck! There are motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin' plane!"
I'm not really sure if I'm satisfied with this collection. Some of them I really like, and a lot of them I'm not at all crazy about-- but nyah.
Fandoms included: Naruto, Bleach, Dead or Alive, Guilty Gear, Chrno Crusade, Battle Royale, Fullmetal Alchemist, Naruto/Bleach crossover. Total: 16.
[01] Snakes on a Plane (Bring It) -- Cobra Starship. [Kakashi/Sakura.]
Naruto. Alternate Universe.
After the predicament had finally ended, Kakashi found himself in the position of any attractive man who'd saved an attractive girl's life from a plane full of venomous snakes. He watched the girl write a random set of numbers down on a curious piece of small paper, and when she handed it to him, he was too busy analyzing the pattern to see her cheesy grin.
"Call me!"
[02] The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage -- Panic! at the Disco. [Shuuhei/Soi Fong.]
Bleach. Unspecific to Timeline.
He found himself wheezing within every breath, and all she had in return for him was a wicked grin, a wolfish one that held no appreciation for his blood. He coughed and was desperate for air, at one point violently vomiting for the sake of a suck of oxygen.
"Damn bitch," he coughed while holding his stomach. If not for him, she would've been dead, taichou or not. "Fuck..."
Soi Fong sat on one knee near his face and ran her thin fingers along a trace of blood that dripped ever so smoothly down the side of his tattooed cheek. He winced, but at the same time welcomed the touch of the ungrateful woman. "You wanted recognition, bozu?" Her wolfish grin turned into a look of disgust, and her voice barked authoritatively; "You're fukutaichou rank, are you not? You do your job as need be."
It was Shuuhei's turn to grin, but this wasn't amusement or genuine happiness-- it was equal disgust and frustration, if not more. His bloodied hand went to her wrist and yanked her light body down next to him. "I'm a comrade who risked his life out of genuine concern, duty aside." As fukutaichou, he would honestly expect the higher woman to save her own damn self. He sat himself up, with a struggle, but he made it.
[03] Black Mamba -- The Academy Is... [Shino/Ino.]
Naruto. Post-series.
Shino and Ino somewhat held the same sort of fascination for their separate interests. While they weren't particularly interested in each others' collections, they could at least carry a decent conversation from time to time. The flower shop had become a familiar place to the both of them after a while, as Ino's disgust from his bug collection had become something of a mild acceptance.
With her head tilted to the side one day, she inquired, "Okay, and what's that one?"
"Err, the Black Mamba."
She curiously looked at him. "Excuse me?"
Shino looked away. "The Black Mamba."
"Interesting. That flower over there is called the Black Mamba, coincidentally."
As Shino left, he slipped the Black Mamba insect into the pot that held the Black Mamba plant.
[04] Ophidiophobia -- Cee Lo Green. [Shuuhei/Soi Fong]
Bleach. Unspecific to Timeline.
It was true that Soi Fong had a bit less to offer than the lot of her female comrades when it came to the dips and curves that was expected in a perfect form. Her hair didn't much compensate for that, as her locks were kept tied, save for the short layers that didn't interrupt battle. Her shoulders and arms were bony, and the same could be said about her waistline.
But if she had something going for her, it was that thin white cloth visible on either side of that hakama when she went without her full uniform. Body aside, she also possessed the face of a beauty, one that could rival the lot of her female comrades, and a battle she could most easily win.
Sometimes, however, she would get this look upon her face that resembled that of a snake: venomous and lecherous with that deadly glint in her eye that would intimidate even him.
If anything, though, it was what he saw behind those eyes that intimidated him even more: pain, bitterness, regret... he saw a broken child.
[05] Can't Take It -- The All-American Rejects. [Kakashi/Sakura]
Naruto. Unspecific to Timeline.
"Close your eyes," he whispered soothingly into her ear. When he felt her lashes brush over the nape of his neck, his finger slipped under the thin dark layer of fabric that separated his lips from the rest of the world. He only took it down a little, only exposing what was necessary, before crushing his naked lips over hers.
And she couldn't help but open her eyes wide in shock, only to close them again as she melted into his touch.
[06] Queen of Apology -- The Sounds. [Jann Lee/Lei Fang]
Dead or Alive. Unspecific to Timeline.
He couldn't believe it.
He just couldn't believe it.
His curled up body lay motionless on the sub-zero gravelly ground, though the temperature and texture both unknown to him as there was only one thing that he could focus on, and that was his defeat. His pathetic defeat at that, for his hand gripped at his crotch in hopes to make himself feel better, all the while plotting vengeance on a certain someone.
Lei Fang was excited at first that she'd gotten Jann Lee on the floor against his will, but something seemed odd about this stance. With her hands on her hips, she gazed down at him with a raised eyebrow and a pout.
"Really, you don't have to take this loss of yours so hard. I mean, I'm sure you saw it coming. It was inevitable! If anything, I think you should be congrat--"
"Lei," he muttered weakly. "That was... a low blow..."
It was then when she realized what she'd done, and he went from hearing nothing but victory yells to nothing but apologies.
[07] Of All The Gin Joints In All The World -- Fall Out Boy. [Sol/Baiken]
Guilty Gear. Post-series.
Of all of the bars he could've taken her...
It offered seclusion.
Something was in the air, something that made her incredibly and enjoyably dizzy, and awfully tolerant. Or perhaps she was only high off of the blood that coated her katana, the blood she had yet to properly wash off, the blood she'd been craving and lusting for since her childhood years. Though she'd physically weakened considerably, it didn't matter. The fact was that she'd accomplished her duty.
Her pink hair was loose from its ponytail, her kimono loose from her body, her weak fingers holding gingerly onto a fragile sake dish. Something... someone straddled her, that someone ran his fingers over her curves.
The fact was that the blood was still spilling, and the fact was that life was still slipping.
Her fingers carelessly dropped the sake and instead ran themselves through soft brown locks.
The fact was: she didn't care.
[08] New Friend Request -- Gym Class Heroes. [Kakashi/Sakura]
Naruto. Pre- Sasuke Betrayal.
Just like Kakashi was known for rejecting every year of genin that suffered his first test before they inevitably had to go back home and sulk, he was also known for rejecting New Friend Requests on MySpace. He set up an account and hadn't really bothered to use it, so he didn't know why people often tried to "friend" him.
But he liked to "reject" them. It was... fun.
Except for one time, when he actually had to hear about it the next day. "Kakashi-sensei! Kakashi-sensei, why did you reject me? Kakashi-sensei, that's so mean! Kakashi-sensei, have you no heart? Kakashi-sensei, I didn't want to be your friend, anyway!"
That same night, Kakashi sent his first-ever New Friend Request.
[09] Around The Horn -- The Bronx. [Rosette/Joshua siblingship]
Chrno Crusade. Anime, Post-series.
His hands would rest idly on the sides of his head every once in a while. When he closed his eyes, he would think of pain. He couldn't feel it, but he knew it so clearly. His hands would tighten, tighten until his hands felt the same pain--
And they would soften.
His blue eyes would close, close so wistfully, close so gently. Hands just slightly larger than his would clasp over his, and a sweet pair of pink lips would press themselves so gingerly against his forehead.
Golden locks.
He would snap out of his daydream and break into tears, for reasons he was so desperately unsure of.
[10] Remember To Feel Real -- Armor For Sheep. [Chipp/Millia]
Guilty Gear. Unspecific to Timeline.
Chipp, while slow, was not blind. He could see the woman's hesitation before his eyes with every step he took. That is to say, with every step toward her heart, mind and soul, she would pause, and then resist with all that it took.
When he kissed her cheek, she sent him a look that measured up to something that he couldn't see; was she appalled? Shocked? In fear?
She was adorable.
Stroking her paralyzed cheek with his large hand, he again kissed her, this time on her forehead. "You know," he murmured, "it wouldn't hurt to act the way you feel, sometimes."
[11] Wine Red -- The Hush Sound. [Sasuke/Sakura]
Naruto. Post-snake up Sasuke's arse series.
"Spar?" Sakura could only stare at him before bursting into a fit of chuckles, of mocking chuckles. "Silly. I'm not sparring today! Heck, I'm not even using my own chakra, I'm just that determined."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. So, no go!" Her grin was smug. "It's like I'm a free spirit, hah." Her hand reached for the basket of apples next to her, and when she popped one in her mouth, she seemed to have been savoring the taste more than she was savoring Sasuke's company. He observed her, and then the apples, and then the one in her mouth. Silently tilting his head to the side, he sighed and leaned his weight against the trunk of the tree to wait for a breeze.
When the smallest wind blew toward them, he connected his chakra with the air and gave an extra push at her back, one that was abnormally heavy and strong enough to knock her off of the branch she was currently sitting on. He'd caught her in mid-bite, so when he caught her hands before her whole body could slide off, she was stuck without a word. After intertwining their fingers, he stepped forward and took the apple between his teeth, and with that, let her hands go and turned away.
It wasn't until he heard a yelp and a hard collapse to the ground when he realized that she was serious about not using her chakra.
[12] Bruised -- Jack's Mannequin. [Ichigo/Orihime]
Bleach. Post-series.
Ichigo was just a bit more than alarmed when his wife came falling through the front door with not so much as a yelp. He dropped his book and rushed to her side, quickly glanced over her and took her shoulders.
"The hell," he whispered, then frowned down at her. "What happened?"
"Ehee," Orihime half-chuckled, half-groaned. "Oh poo, the strawberries spilled open."
"Orihime!" he seemed to have demanded this time, and when he looked at her again, he noticed something dark on her leg. His brows furrowed. "Hollow?"
"I got hit by a car," she explained. "Ichi, the strawber--!"
"It was a car this time, right?"
They exchanged glances, Orihime's confusion and Ichigo's mild amusement. When Orihime finally understood what exactly it was that he meant, she giggled.
"Yes, yes! It was a car! Eep! It hurts, it hurts!"
"Ee," Ichigo grunted, and picked Orihime up by her torso. The groceries could wait.
[13] Wake Up -- Coheed & Cambria. [Yukie/Keita]
Battle Royale. Post-universe.
He couldn't understand exactly why Yukie the way she was, but could only assume it was a complex she'd developed throughout her high school years as the class representative of their class. While kind of annoying, at first, to him it grew cute. He watched her frantically open up the closet doors, and then the dresser drawers, rummage through the bathroom drawers and come back into the room.
"Something you need?"
"Why aren't you up!" she could only scold in return. Her arms flew to the air at that, and when she went to the night stand to go through that drawer, she sighed in relief. "Here it is."
Keita groaned. Curling an arm around her waist, he pulled her backward on top of him, and with a squeak she slid to his side. "Just go back to sleep." Her lips formed into a pout, for she was used to being the level-headed one. After thinking it over, she grinned and curled up into his side. Sometimes, even a goody-two-shoes had to break the rules.
[14] Lovely Day -- Donavon Frankenreiter. [Shikamaru/Ino]
Naruto. Unspecific to Timeline.
Ino was a fair-skinned girl who rarely, rarely tanned, even after a burn. While for some time she found herself disappointed in this, she ended up falling in love with her skin, for it was natural and flawless. There were no marks or scars, no awkwardly placed moles, and no explosions of freckles.
Although, she sometimes forgot to put sunscreen on her skin whenever she went to the beach. Too caught up in the fun, perhaps, and maybe she was just a bit careless as it was. So she regretted it, whenever she was stuck under the shade the very next day.
"And you get on me about referring to things as 'troublesome'."
"Oh, get lost."
[15] Hey Now Now -- Michael Franti & Spearhead. [Wrinry!Envy/Winry]
Fullmetal Alchemist. Unspecific to Timeline.
There was something he found himself liking about this form. With the lecherous grin he'd painted on the otherwise innocent face, he would stare at himself in the broken mirror and finger the lengthy locks of sunny hair. And craving more, he would play with the body he'd donned himself in, sometimes playing a twisted game of dress-up, sometimes undressing altogether.
When the girl ended up on her back in the dusty room next to the same mirror, he could only take this opportunity to create a new meaning to the word 'mirror'.
"Hey," she muttered in a gravelly voice, and her hands would press against the chest above her in an attempt to push him off. "... What's..."
"Shh," he whispered in the same angelic voice, "we'll add the audio, later."
[16] Snakes on a Plane - The Theme [Score] -- Trevor Rabin. [Tayuya/Grimmjow]
Naruto/Bleach crossover. Alternate Universe.
They could both say that they were honestly inspired by the new occult movie, Snakes on a Plane. It was to the point where they once attempted to try it out, themselves, but then they change their minds for their lack of originality.
They did, however, at least set up a quick prank before proceeding with their more creative plan that involved ostriches and planes.
Tayuya peered into the piloting area with a wicked grin; "Ready to dip?"
Grimmjow hadn't said a work, only plummeted the plane.
Screams and cries of confusion could be heard in the next room, but Tayuya only continued on. "Aw-- shit! Fuckin' shit, pull down the oxygen masks!"
Someone back there did, and as the oxygen masks spilled down, so did a good few hundreds of rubbery, slimy "snakes". The shrill of screams only continued, and Tayuya got her laugh, and she laughed hard. It was great, and oh man! People were really dying! And the plane was still going down! Oh man! Grimmjow was better at this than she thought he would be!
... Wait. Tayuya turned around and banged on the door. "Hey! Hey Grimmcock, this ain't funny anymore! Shit! Shit, man! Open up!" Using all her strength, she shoved the door open and growled. Grimmjow was still enjoying himself.
"Fuck! There are motherfuckin' snakes on this motherfuckin' plane!"