Music Meme Fragments
I did this a while back but haven't thought to post it until now. A few are completely random; others are based on plots long fermenting in my brain; and yet others are just cliches that I immediately stumbled into writing for some unconscious reason or other. Also, some of the pieces aren't finished so don't be surprised to find hanging sentences. On a related note, don't be surprised to find disjointed-ness, too.
Anyway, have fun (or not).
My Name - BoA; Watanuki, random rant, xxxHOLiC
"Your crazy hair in the breeze"… What the hell are you trying to write? I mean, “crazy”? That doesn’t even describe anything! Crazy is such a subjective term - one person can mean “crazy” to mean any behavior beyond those prescribed by his or her crazy religion (and what do you mean, aren’t I guilty of doing the same thing now? Some religions ARE crazy even if yes, I must respect them and no, I’m not saying that religion is stupid, just that some are WEIRD and - WHATEVER)
Beautiful World - Utada; Knight!Anzu in some deep self-made shit, Yuugiou
Sinking in the sand but she found herself before she slipped completely out of sight, out of mind. She scrabbled, then the going became easier and then the ground felt as solid as if it had never even contemplated sucking her into its depths. Anzu panted for breath as she got to her feet and looked around.
She found nothing but the wind swirling sand around her.
Fuck, but nobody could hear her and Bakura - he was still knocked out from last night. Going at the akutenshi alone - she must have spilled all her marbles and sent them rolling into a bonfire for her to have even done it.
Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield; Karin, Yuzu, song playing on the radio, Bleach
Another love song, another tedious morning at the wheel, another day. The radio trilled with the latest pop sensation, which she only tolerated for the sake of Yuzu, who absolutely shined as she bopped along with the singing and looked so damn kicked-into-the-mud whenever she turned the channel that Karin just couldn’t.
Kiss and Ride - Namie Amuro; AmonRobin, forbidden, Witch Hunter Robin
Robin wrapped around him until he could scarcely breathe and her breath - jailbait breath - stroked the underside of his face as to render him oh so full of want.
“Amon…”
And what do you know? He woke up and
Planetarium - Otsuka Ai; KaibaAnzu, made-up incest, Yuugiou
The ribbon attached to him tightens until he ought to try screaming for Mokuba but Kaiba never, never cries for help, not even when she is choking him with her hold over his mind.
If he thinks deeply enough - if Kaiba were more of a philosopher - he would say he tasted faintly on his tongue the sweet tartness of the apple Eve had plucked from the Tree. The ribbon only grows tighter about him.
Battle 1 - Nobuo Uematsu; Eiko, Amarant, trouble, FFIX
Shitshithshitshitshit, and that was one reason why Eiko shouldn’t have been allowed to be near Amarant but it was too late on the Lady Hilda’s part and besides, as her husband added, Eiko had seen so much misery before the war finally started and ended that cursing was the least of their worries when it came to Eiko.
Vivi’s Theme - Nobuo Uematsu; Vivi, stones, FFIX
Vivi slips. The stones he had gathered drop. Some clatter onto the ground while others sort of tinkle - they were the smaller ones - and bounce into the bushes surrounding him. He picks himself up, slowly, and
FINAL DISTANCE ~instrumental version~ - Utada Hikaru; JouAnzu, made-up incest (this pops up a lot XD), Yuugiou
She holds her brother’s hand and they march to their beds - broken mattresses on the floor - as if to their deaths.
“It’s not over, Anzu,” Jounouchi murmurs. “Not over at all. I’ll give them everything I got. And if not,” He turns to her.
“We’ll break free,” she finishes. Then she tilts her head - for he has grown taller yet again and each day seems to bring him further away from her - and smiles.
It is not one of hope.
The squeeze he gives her hand is one of understanding yet of proud determination all the same.
We’ll be together, dammit.
YOU ARE THE ONE - Namie Amuro; Hinted SatoDai, random out-of-body experience, D.N. Angel
Daisuke at the window and that pet of his - Wiz, With - near the second floor window, his laughter, his back nearly turned to him. There the picture starts to scatter into blots of confused sensation and color, but always, always, he senses Daisuke at the center of things. Smiling fool Daisuke and his refusal to simply leave destiny alone, to stop aiming for the sleeping lion’s head.
Satoshi wanders among an expanse of grass and yellow flowers he cannot put names to. But they smell pleasant if not overpowering at times and they help with the memories because they remind him so much of Daisuke and his glowing face.
CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? - Utada Hikaru; Suggested KaibaAnzu, Yuugi, boy troubles, Yuugiou
“This is so stupid.”
“What?”
“This,” and she spread her arms round her as if to draw the outline of the world but to Anzu-scale, “Everything. Just everything.” Her sigh lingers between them.
Yuugi doesn’t know what to make of Anzu’s sudden change in mood, only that it must be related to Kaiba because only Kaiba could inspire such in the girl - gnashing irritation, frustrated sadness, dazed happiness - although he certainly will not tell her so. Yuugi does not want to die as yet.
The Stupid Things - Jesse McCartney; Anzu, Kaiba, confusion watching TV, Yuugiou
“I really don’t understand the attraction.”
She’s squinting at the inset picture of Kaiba Seto that’s next to the reporter’s head. All frowns and a vibe that seemed to say, “I’ll crush whoever’s in my way - women and children.”
Waiting for - Miz; Yuffie, Vincent, stick up his ass, FFVII (the content is really not related to the prompt but oh well)
Watching Vincent stalk away in the distance, Yuffie thought, Aw damn, that didn’t go well.
She really hadn’t meant to say that about his love life. It was always that Vincent looked so uptight like one of his longer guns was wedged up his ass and Yuffie thought, You know, some sex oughta loosen ol’ Vinny up, and she said so because a guy that looked like Vincent shouldn’t look so constipated all the time.
DO THE MOTION - BoA; Knight!KaibaAnzu, infiltrating a ball to spy, Yuugiou
“Twirl.”
“What - ”
And she half-floundered, half-twirled away from him, managing to keep her hold on his hand even while her heels were desperately trying to slip off (they probably felt her peasant feet didn’t deserve such beautiful and painful shoes), and coming back almost gracefully to his chest with the help of his hand steadying her waist.
He was smirking. “I thought we were trying to blend into our surroundings.”
She turned her face away. “Jeez, so I don’t know how to do a stupid dance. Whatever! We just need to stay here long enough to get - ”
“Are you deliberately trying to give us away?” He murmured and he squeezed her hand tightly, as if to squeeze the bones out of it. She dug her heel into his shoe and exulted in the wince of pain his face evinced.
明日へのメロディー - CHAKA; Terra, light in a hole, FFVI
The light hovered above, tantalizingly near. But reach for it and the distance between one and the light suddenly seemed immense - impossible to scale even with the best of airships available. She scrunched her face at this and lowered her hand; instantly the light returned to flickering just above her head and to lighting the walls of the cramped well she had awoken to find herself in.
Terra did not remember the circumstances leading up to her sudden solitary imprisonment. Broken images of a
Because of You - Kelly Clarkson; ByakuRuki, nothing you can do, Bleach
All you can do for nii-sama is sit by his side. The servants and doctors already cover his every possible need - water, medicine, blankets - leaving you with no job to occupy you so you can get away from this suffocating and silent tension.
Who Knows - Avril; one-sided JouAnzu, JouMai, diary entry, Yuugiou
"I can look at you all day long. But that would probably scare you if I said that. XD So I settled for writing about this stuff. Maybe it’ll make me feel better about these stupid feelings.
I saw you with Mai today. You and her were walking along the street towards a game shop near school and I was walking with Yuugi to a café on the same street. But it felt really weird to bump into you when you were obviously with someone else and it would have been uncomfortable if I popped into your happy bubble so me and Yuugi hid around the corner. We watched you and her go into the shop, her reaching for your arm, you giving it to her with that smile."
Cherry blossom - Move; Half-angel/demon!Anzu, the meaning of existence, Yuugiou
She wishes she were whole. It is an agonizing existence being neither completely black nor white but gray, for that opens up so many questions and ambiguities that she spends days simply lying there with Freya, thinking. Her wing throbs the entire time.
Eventually she picks herself up from her reverie and she moves on. Freya scouts but still nothing. The place stretches gray and cloudy in all directions and they are lost in it, seemingly forever. Maybe forever. Time in Purgatory passes differently than in Hell and Heaven.
Dream - Vivian Hsu; Watanuki, Mokona, beach day, xxxHOLiC
Not five minutes upon reaching the beach and Watanuki was already soaked to the bone.
Mokona had thought it fun to dunk him into the ocean while Watanuki was unpacking their chairs and lotion and thus, the result. He wanted to kill the porkbun but Mokona was a fast one and small to boot. And catching a small and fast creature was the last thing he wanted to do when he was cold and wet.
Hitoribocchi no Echud - Koi Kaze; JouAnzu, made-up incest (again, related to the other pieces), disjointed narrative, Yuugiou
Picking up fragments of herself. Picking him up from his grief. Don’t hurt, Jounouchi. I’m here for you. I may only be your sister but I’m here for you. We’ll make it through.
She doesn’t know how powerful she truly is. Jounouchi kneeling at her words, shivering at the thought of touch going past their born boundaries, yearning. She doesn’t know at all.
Looking at him, wiping the misery away with a wet cloth that leaves trickles that soothe him. The blanket nearly dwarfs his form but it keeps him warm. She tries making hot tea with milk and honey, the way her mom used to, but it only makes him struggle to hide his cringing. She hadn’t put in enough milk and the honey she hadn’t stirred well into the mixture so it’s bitter and sticks inside his mouth. Somehow, this makes her sad most of all.
So fearless and foolish. Standing against the man with the gun, he smiles. She’s behind him, crying, but he hides a small laugh. Big brother wins the day and there is only one dead body.
Doesn’t know anything. The pieces slip through and she’s trying to catch them as they fall through the cracks but she only gets back a few. These she hugs to herself - they are her only remaining defense against the void.
Brother. Can’t you see? We’re only inches away from each other. You don’t have to hide. Come here, please. Closer. You make the loneliness go away. I don’t want to feel alone anymore. Can’t it be like when we were younger? We hugged each other to sleep then. Please?
Grasping for a lifeline, finding none but a shiny red ribbon that breaks at his touch and he falls, ground and grave rearing before him -
Disgusting. See yourself in the mirror, why don’t you? Despicable. Pretending won’t get you anywhere; in the end, the fact still oppresses. In the end, you’ll still suffocate in your chains. No amount of struggling will undo those ribbons. Ah, asphyxiation - if only you could have gone out a better way.
Fucking, fucking hell - the night is a cloak that he wears to hide his hands, his heaving chest, his throbbing ache spilling away into guilt-laced pleasure as his mind rewinds the fantasy and he shivers under the enormity of his sin.
He doesn’t understand why but she hasn’t expected him to. Blood running down an arm in rivulets, her unerring gaze on him, life mingled with death mingled with forbidden want - there is nothing he will understand.
Sail the sky, assail fate, open yourself to me, the tangled hair, I’ll help you comb it, the silence, the comfort, faces in the mirror, can you see how I feel, hand sliding across hand, breathing hard, and your skin, my skin, our skin. Then: kin.
Hey Jude - Yanzi; Tifa, Barret, song on the radio, FFVII
What’s that crap playing, Barret roars awake. Tifa’s knees bang together from shock - she had been squatting close to the PHS, station tuned to a song by an obscure group - but she collects herself enough
Anyway, have fun (or not).
My Name - BoA; Watanuki, random rant, xxxHOLiC
"Your crazy hair in the breeze"… What the hell are you trying to write? I mean, “crazy”? That doesn’t even describe anything! Crazy is such a subjective term - one person can mean “crazy” to mean any behavior beyond those prescribed by his or her crazy religion (and what do you mean, aren’t I guilty of doing the same thing now? Some religions ARE crazy even if yes, I must respect them and no, I’m not saying that religion is stupid, just that some are WEIRD and - WHATEVER)
Beautiful World - Utada; Knight!Anzu in some deep self-made shit, Yuugiou
Sinking in the sand but she found herself before she slipped completely out of sight, out of mind. She scrabbled, then the going became easier and then the ground felt as solid as if it had never even contemplated sucking her into its depths. Anzu panted for breath as she got to her feet and looked around.
She found nothing but the wind swirling sand around her.
Fuck, but nobody could hear her and Bakura - he was still knocked out from last night. Going at the akutenshi alone - she must have spilled all her marbles and sent them rolling into a bonfire for her to have even done it.
Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield; Karin, Yuzu, song playing on the radio, Bleach
Another love song, another tedious morning at the wheel, another day. The radio trilled with the latest pop sensation, which she only tolerated for the sake of Yuzu, who absolutely shined as she bopped along with the singing and looked so damn kicked-into-the-mud whenever she turned the channel that Karin just couldn’t.
Kiss and Ride - Namie Amuro; AmonRobin, forbidden, Witch Hunter Robin
Robin wrapped around him until he could scarcely breathe and her breath - jailbait breath - stroked the underside of his face as to render him oh so full of want.
“Amon…”
And what do you know? He woke up and
Planetarium - Otsuka Ai; KaibaAnzu, made-up incest, Yuugiou
The ribbon attached to him tightens until he ought to try screaming for Mokuba but Kaiba never, never cries for help, not even when she is choking him with her hold over his mind.
If he thinks deeply enough - if Kaiba were more of a philosopher - he would say he tasted faintly on his tongue the sweet tartness of the apple Eve had plucked from the Tree. The ribbon only grows tighter about him.
Battle 1 - Nobuo Uematsu; Eiko, Amarant, trouble, FFIX
Shitshithshitshitshit, and that was one reason why Eiko shouldn’t have been allowed to be near Amarant but it was too late on the Lady Hilda’s part and besides, as her husband added, Eiko had seen so much misery before the war finally started and ended that cursing was the least of their worries when it came to Eiko.
Vivi’s Theme - Nobuo Uematsu; Vivi, stones, FFIX
Vivi slips. The stones he had gathered drop. Some clatter onto the ground while others sort of tinkle - they were the smaller ones - and bounce into the bushes surrounding him. He picks himself up, slowly, and
FINAL DISTANCE ~instrumental version~ - Utada Hikaru; JouAnzu, made-up incest (this pops up a lot XD), Yuugiou
She holds her brother’s hand and they march to their beds - broken mattresses on the floor - as if to their deaths.
“It’s not over, Anzu,” Jounouchi murmurs. “Not over at all. I’ll give them everything I got. And if not,” He turns to her.
“We’ll break free,” she finishes. Then she tilts her head - for he has grown taller yet again and each day seems to bring him further away from her - and smiles.
It is not one of hope.
The squeeze he gives her hand is one of understanding yet of proud determination all the same.
We’ll be together, dammit.
YOU ARE THE ONE - Namie Amuro; Hinted SatoDai, random out-of-body experience, D.N. Angel
Daisuke at the window and that pet of his - Wiz, With - near the second floor window, his laughter, his back nearly turned to him. There the picture starts to scatter into blots of confused sensation and color, but always, always, he senses Daisuke at the center of things. Smiling fool Daisuke and his refusal to simply leave destiny alone, to stop aiming for the sleeping lion’s head.
Satoshi wanders among an expanse of grass and yellow flowers he cannot put names to. But they smell pleasant if not overpowering at times and they help with the memories because they remind him so much of Daisuke and his glowing face.
CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? - Utada Hikaru; Suggested KaibaAnzu, Yuugi, boy troubles, Yuugiou
“This is so stupid.”
“What?”
“This,” and she spread her arms round her as if to draw the outline of the world but to Anzu-scale, “Everything. Just everything.” Her sigh lingers between them.
Yuugi doesn’t know what to make of Anzu’s sudden change in mood, only that it must be related to Kaiba because only Kaiba could inspire such in the girl - gnashing irritation, frustrated sadness, dazed happiness - although he certainly will not tell her so. Yuugi does not want to die as yet.
The Stupid Things - Jesse McCartney; Anzu, Kaiba, confusion watching TV, Yuugiou
“I really don’t understand the attraction.”
She’s squinting at the inset picture of Kaiba Seto that’s next to the reporter’s head. All frowns and a vibe that seemed to say, “I’ll crush whoever’s in my way - women and children.”
Waiting for - Miz; Yuffie, Vincent, stick up his ass, FFVII (the content is really not related to the prompt but oh well)
Watching Vincent stalk away in the distance, Yuffie thought, Aw damn, that didn’t go well.
She really hadn’t meant to say that about his love life. It was always that Vincent looked so uptight like one of his longer guns was wedged up his ass and Yuffie thought, You know, some sex oughta loosen ol’ Vinny up, and she said so because a guy that looked like Vincent shouldn’t look so constipated all the time.
DO THE MOTION - BoA; Knight!KaibaAnzu, infiltrating a ball to spy, Yuugiou
“Twirl.”
“What - ”
And she half-floundered, half-twirled away from him, managing to keep her hold on his hand even while her heels were desperately trying to slip off (they probably felt her peasant feet didn’t deserve such beautiful and painful shoes), and coming back almost gracefully to his chest with the help of his hand steadying her waist.
He was smirking. “I thought we were trying to blend into our surroundings.”
She turned her face away. “Jeez, so I don’t know how to do a stupid dance. Whatever! We just need to stay here long enough to get - ”
“Are you deliberately trying to give us away?” He murmured and he squeezed her hand tightly, as if to squeeze the bones out of it. She dug her heel into his shoe and exulted in the wince of pain his face evinced.
明日へのメロディー - CHAKA; Terra, light in a hole, FFVI
The light hovered above, tantalizingly near. But reach for it and the distance between one and the light suddenly seemed immense - impossible to scale even with the best of airships available. She scrunched her face at this and lowered her hand; instantly the light returned to flickering just above her head and to lighting the walls of the cramped well she had awoken to find herself in.
Terra did not remember the circumstances leading up to her sudden solitary imprisonment. Broken images of a
Because of You - Kelly Clarkson; ByakuRuki, nothing you can do, Bleach
All you can do for nii-sama is sit by his side. The servants and doctors already cover his every possible need - water, medicine, blankets - leaving you with no job to occupy you so you can get away from this suffocating and silent tension.
Who Knows - Avril; one-sided JouAnzu, JouMai, diary entry, Yuugiou
"I can look at you all day long. But that would probably scare you if I said that. XD So I settled for writing about this stuff. Maybe it’ll make me feel better about these stupid feelings.
I saw you with Mai today. You and her were walking along the street towards a game shop near school and I was walking with Yuugi to a café on the same street. But it felt really weird to bump into you when you were obviously with someone else and it would have been uncomfortable if I popped into your happy bubble so me and Yuugi hid around the corner. We watched you and her go into the shop, her reaching for your arm, you giving it to her with that smile."
Cherry blossom - Move; Half-angel/demon!Anzu, the meaning of existence, Yuugiou
She wishes she were whole. It is an agonizing existence being neither completely black nor white but gray, for that opens up so many questions and ambiguities that she spends days simply lying there with Freya, thinking. Her wing throbs the entire time.
Eventually she picks herself up from her reverie and she moves on. Freya scouts but still nothing. The place stretches gray and cloudy in all directions and they are lost in it, seemingly forever. Maybe forever. Time in Purgatory passes differently than in Hell and Heaven.
Dream - Vivian Hsu; Watanuki, Mokona, beach day, xxxHOLiC
Not five minutes upon reaching the beach and Watanuki was already soaked to the bone.
Mokona had thought it fun to dunk him into the ocean while Watanuki was unpacking their chairs and lotion and thus, the result. He wanted to kill the porkbun but Mokona was a fast one and small to boot. And catching a small and fast creature was the last thing he wanted to do when he was cold and wet.
Hitoribocchi no Echud - Koi Kaze; JouAnzu, made-up incest (again, related to the other pieces), disjointed narrative, Yuugiou
Picking up fragments of herself. Picking him up from his grief. Don’t hurt, Jounouchi. I’m here for you. I may only be your sister but I’m here for you. We’ll make it through.
She doesn’t know how powerful she truly is. Jounouchi kneeling at her words, shivering at the thought of touch going past their born boundaries, yearning. She doesn’t know at all.
Looking at him, wiping the misery away with a wet cloth that leaves trickles that soothe him. The blanket nearly dwarfs his form but it keeps him warm. She tries making hot tea with milk and honey, the way her mom used to, but it only makes him struggle to hide his cringing. She hadn’t put in enough milk and the honey she hadn’t stirred well into the mixture so it’s bitter and sticks inside his mouth. Somehow, this makes her sad most of all.
So fearless and foolish. Standing against the man with the gun, he smiles. She’s behind him, crying, but he hides a small laugh. Big brother wins the day and there is only one dead body.
Doesn’t know anything. The pieces slip through and she’s trying to catch them as they fall through the cracks but she only gets back a few. These she hugs to herself - they are her only remaining defense against the void.
Brother. Can’t you see? We’re only inches away from each other. You don’t have to hide. Come here, please. Closer. You make the loneliness go away. I don’t want to feel alone anymore. Can’t it be like when we were younger? We hugged each other to sleep then. Please?
Grasping for a lifeline, finding none but a shiny red ribbon that breaks at his touch and he falls, ground and grave rearing before him -
Disgusting. See yourself in the mirror, why don’t you? Despicable. Pretending won’t get you anywhere; in the end, the fact still oppresses. In the end, you’ll still suffocate in your chains. No amount of struggling will undo those ribbons. Ah, asphyxiation - if only you could have gone out a better way.
Fucking, fucking hell - the night is a cloak that he wears to hide his hands, his heaving chest, his throbbing ache spilling away into guilt-laced pleasure as his mind rewinds the fantasy and he shivers under the enormity of his sin.
He doesn’t understand why but she hasn’t expected him to. Blood running down an arm in rivulets, her unerring gaze on him, life mingled with death mingled with forbidden want - there is nothing he will understand.
Sail the sky, assail fate, open yourself to me, the tangled hair, I’ll help you comb it, the silence, the comfort, faces in the mirror, can you see how I feel, hand sliding across hand, breathing hard, and your skin, my skin, our skin. Then: kin.
Hey Jude - Yanzi; Tifa, Barret, song on the radio, FFVII
What’s that crap playing, Barret roars awake. Tifa’s knees bang together from shock - she had been squatting close to the PHS, station tuned to a song by an obscure group - but she collects herself enough