X = YOUR MOM
I bought the new Nightwish CD and it was yum-my. OMFG, Sahara and Meadows of Heaven adskafsdfj. I might see them in concert this month, but my big brother is supposed to take me and even though I emailed him, he hasn't contacted me, so I dunno. BUT, I WILL see the Phantom of the Opera on December 26th and also a 'real' opera, Die Frau ohne Schatten (The Woman without a Shadow). I don't know much German, but I'm sure I'll enjoy the pretty nonetheless.
Here's a short little fanfic. I don't like it a whole lot, so it's just going to stay on LJ for now. Dedicated to
kay_cricketed, because she is my one and only bad influence. (Except for all the other ones.) I'm also dedicating it to my Iaido teacher, for being a good friend and for teaching me one of my favorite hobbies. Not that he'll ever know (because I think if he knew what I wrote, he'd be a bit... uhm... disturbed), but it's the thought that counts. This was probably the most appropriate anyway, because it's G-rated (ftw?) and talks a little about swords.
That said, this is not the multi-chapter TMNT-Naruto crossover that I'm writing; this was written spur-of-the-moment, but carries the sort of idea I want to expand on in that one. The inspiration was a very specific line from V for Vendetta. I'm sure you can guess it.
Title: Sotto Voce
Rating: G
Fandom: TMNT-Naruto crossover
Pairing: Leo/Sasuke
Summary: Leo's favorite part of Sasuke are his wrists. OneShot.
Sotto Voce
Leo's favorite part of Sasuke are his wrists.
They're slender and tiny, delicately boned. He loves the way they move; holding a cup of tea or practicing kata alone. The way they feel so tiny in Leo's grip sometimes, and he's unreasonably afraid of hurting him that he'll be cautious and gentle, even if Sasuke becomes confused at that. He likes the pale green-blue veins under Sasuke's white skin and he likes how unmarked they are; the coolness of his skin. The deceptive strength.
He likes sparring with Sasuke; the way he meets Leo's ninjaken with his own chokuto and sometimes his wrists will tremble from strain or exhaustion before Sasuke will be in control again and steady. By the time they stop, Sasuke's pale skin is often flushed, and Leo suspects it isn't always from the workout.
He likes Sasuke's fingers too. The way they curl around anything given to him as a gift; like something too precious for him. And the way he touches Leo's hand, covering Leo's broad, green hand with his own small one, fingers long and pale and elegant. Gentle but firm. You can't leave me.
Things change, but only in ways that are always the same. There are some things Leo doesn't know-can't know-about Sasuke. Who he was before; how his parents died. He doesn't want to make Sasuke tell him. But still he'll sometimes find the boy at night, fitful nightmares plaguing him and he doesn't want to know what makes a person dream those sort of things. He never asks about them, but it doesn't keep him from hearing murmured things; blood and sorrow and tears shed for revenge. He doesn't want to know what made Sasuke draw away from others for too long. He doesn't want to know. But things change, and sometimes necessity's a bitch.
It's one lazy afternoon when Sasuke comes back to the lair with a broken wrist and too-dark eyes. Donny makes Sasuke sit down in his lab and bandages his wrist in gentle professionalism. Leonardo stands by Sasuke and gently strokes his hair, knowing of the boy's dislike of anything hospital-related. When Sasuke doesn't protest or sneer with a biting remark, Leo can only wonder at the distance that hadn't been there before and lets the boy retreat when Donny finishes.
Sasuke becomes withdrawn and volatile. The nightmares that had become less frequent return without mercy. Sasuke is restless. It shows in the way he toys with his bandages; the hard edge in his voice when he can be coaxed into having a conversation. His barely concealed frustration with everything. They all feel it; Raph becomes more high-strung and snippy. Mikey fidgets more and always seems to be struggling for something to say. Donny is quiet and when he checks Sasuke's wrist regularly he's very gentle. Leo starts to watch Sasuke's eyes instead of his wrists.
But Sasuke is nothing if not stupidly persistent. When he angrily insists, despite Leo's initial protest, that they spar, Leo agrees. It's quick and heated, and before Sasuke can adjust to one-handed swordplay, Leo disarms him and backs him into a wall. The boy tenses when Leo takes his uninjured wrist into his free hand, but the turtle ignores it. He leans his sword against the wall and trails his fingers over the bandages and traces up the boy's arm, to his neck, and rests his hand on the boy's cheek, calloused fingers rough against his smooth skin. The flush on Sasuke's skin is no longer from anger and he watches Leo carefully as the turtle massages his uninjured wrist. When Leo leans in and rests his cheek against Sasuke's uncovered one, the boy goes very still. When Sasuke finally closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, Leo can feel it against his skin.
He doesn't ask what happened. He'll ask later, but for now, he doesn't want to know. For now... this is enough. To have Sasuke with him, to feel his strong pulse in his wrist. It's enough.
End Sotto Voce
Here's a short little fanfic. I don't like it a whole lot, so it's just going to stay on LJ for now. Dedicated to
kay_cricketed, because she is my one and only bad influence. (Except for all the other ones.) I'm also dedicating it to my Iaido teacher, for being a good friend and for teaching me one of my favorite hobbies. Not that he'll ever know (because I think if he knew what I wrote, he'd be a bit... uhm... disturbed), but it's the thought that counts. This was probably the most appropriate anyway, because it's G-rated (ftw?) and talks a little about swords.
That said, this is not the multi-chapter TMNT-Naruto crossover that I'm writing; this was written spur-of-the-moment, but carries the sort of idea I want to expand on in that one. The inspiration was a very specific line from V for Vendetta. I'm sure you can guess it.
Title: Sotto Voce
Rating: G
Fandom: TMNT-Naruto crossover
Pairing: Leo/Sasuke
Summary: Leo's favorite part of Sasuke are his wrists. OneShot.
Sotto Voce
Leo's favorite part of Sasuke are his wrists.
They're slender and tiny, delicately boned. He loves the way they move; holding a cup of tea or practicing kata alone. The way they feel so tiny in Leo's grip sometimes, and he's unreasonably afraid of hurting him that he'll be cautious and gentle, even if Sasuke becomes confused at that. He likes the pale green-blue veins under Sasuke's white skin and he likes how unmarked they are; the coolness of his skin. The deceptive strength.
He likes sparring with Sasuke; the way he meets Leo's ninjaken with his own chokuto and sometimes his wrists will tremble from strain or exhaustion before Sasuke will be in control again and steady. By the time they stop, Sasuke's pale skin is often flushed, and Leo suspects it isn't always from the workout.
He likes Sasuke's fingers too. The way they curl around anything given to him as a gift; like something too precious for him. And the way he touches Leo's hand, covering Leo's broad, green hand with his own small one, fingers long and pale and elegant. Gentle but firm. You can't leave me.
Things change, but only in ways that are always the same. There are some things Leo doesn't know-can't know-about Sasuke. Who he was before; how his parents died. He doesn't want to make Sasuke tell him. But still he'll sometimes find the boy at night, fitful nightmares plaguing him and he doesn't want to know what makes a person dream those sort of things. He never asks about them, but it doesn't keep him from hearing murmured things; blood and sorrow and tears shed for revenge. He doesn't want to know what made Sasuke draw away from others for too long. He doesn't want to know. But things change, and sometimes necessity's a bitch.
It's one lazy afternoon when Sasuke comes back to the lair with a broken wrist and too-dark eyes. Donny makes Sasuke sit down in his lab and bandages his wrist in gentle professionalism. Leonardo stands by Sasuke and gently strokes his hair, knowing of the boy's dislike of anything hospital-related. When Sasuke doesn't protest or sneer with a biting remark, Leo can only wonder at the distance that hadn't been there before and lets the boy retreat when Donny finishes.
Sasuke becomes withdrawn and volatile. The nightmares that had become less frequent return without mercy. Sasuke is restless. It shows in the way he toys with his bandages; the hard edge in his voice when he can be coaxed into having a conversation. His barely concealed frustration with everything. They all feel it; Raph becomes more high-strung and snippy. Mikey fidgets more and always seems to be struggling for something to say. Donny is quiet and when he checks Sasuke's wrist regularly he's very gentle. Leo starts to watch Sasuke's eyes instead of his wrists.
But Sasuke is nothing if not stupidly persistent. When he angrily insists, despite Leo's initial protest, that they spar, Leo agrees. It's quick and heated, and before Sasuke can adjust to one-handed swordplay, Leo disarms him and backs him into a wall. The boy tenses when Leo takes his uninjured wrist into his free hand, but the turtle ignores it. He leans his sword against the wall and trails his fingers over the bandages and traces up the boy's arm, to his neck, and rests his hand on the boy's cheek, calloused fingers rough against his smooth skin. The flush on Sasuke's skin is no longer from anger and he watches Leo carefully as the turtle massages his uninjured wrist. When Leo leans in and rests his cheek against Sasuke's uncovered one, the boy goes very still. When Sasuke finally closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, Leo can feel it against his skin.
He doesn't ask what happened. He'll ask later, but for now, he doesn't want to know. For now... this is enough. To have Sasuke with him, to feel his strong pulse in his wrist. It's enough.
End Sotto Voce