[i] fragrance, cyclic, & silence
Title: Fragrance
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: PG
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 69 - A Child's Truth
Words: 737
Genre/s: General.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Tsuna, even as a child, had always seen things with such clarity. It made one wonder where such keen insight had come from.
Disclaimer/Claimer: KHR! Belongs to Amano Akira.
The rain fell heavily on the windows of the Sawada household. "Mommy," The small child wandered over to his mother's side. She was warm, and always smelled of either fresh laundry or hot food. He had pure caramel eyes, and as he climbed into her lap, he felt less than half his age of six. "Where's Daddy?"
The question wasn't unexpected. After all, children were curious. And when his father hadn't been home for months at a time, it was only natural that he'd eventually start to notice.
"Daddy's at work, remember?" She smiled softly to her son, putting down the shirt she was folding to press him close to her, feeling his every breath. She pressed a thin hand to the top of his head and tried, vaguely, to smooth his messy head of hair. "He'll be back soon, Tsu-kun." Her voice was soft and reassuring.
"I bet he's doing something dangerous. He turned his big brown eyes to his mother, little mouth set in a scowl. "Daddy's going to come back all hurt, and I'm not going feel bad, because I knew he was going to come back hurt."
"Don't say that," She gasped, startled. "You know your Papa loves us very much! We don't want him to come back hurt, now do we?"
Her child pouted for a moment, his arms crossed. Then he whispered softly. "No."
"See?" She patted him again, and hugged him close. "Don't you feel bad for saying such a bad thing about your father?"
"But Daddy...he's..." Tsuna struggled to find the words, and his mother blinked curiously. "He's not...normal."
"Your father is a construction worker," Nana said, brushing her long hair from her eyes. "His personality is a bit strange, but his job is certainly normal enough, Tsu-kun."
"But he always comes home after dark, and he's all gross-smelling," The boy's nose crinkled up, as if to prove his point. "I don't know what it is, but it's not a Daddy smell. No one else's Daddy smells like he does."
Nana wondered absently if her son knew something she didn't. Sure, Iemitsu did come home late, but she could never smell anything worse on him than maybe occasionally manure or the foul stench of stale and bacteria infested waters. What a good nose the boy had, then, if that was the case. "What does Papa smell like to you, Tsu-kun?"
"Bad stuff," He thought with a shudder. "Like...like when you light a candle! Or when you get an oopsie!" Nana laughed a little bit.
"Daddy builds things--of course he's going to smell a little like smoke, Tsu-kun," Another giggle as she lifted her son and stood. "And he has scrapes and callouses from his job, too. Your nose is too good for your own good!"
He kept trying to tell her what he meant, but it soon gave way to giggling instead. They ended up talking about lunch instead, and all too soon his nose was more preoccupied with food than anything else. Nana simply forgot the incident happened at all, and went on about her business as though nothing had changed.
However, when her husband returned a few days later, she cooked a feast and told him what their son had said. He blinked before laughing heartily and assuring his wife that she was right. That night, though, he waited until his son was asleep and smiled fondly. "You're good," He whispered. "My little detective." There was still a hint of blood and dirt under his fingernails, the first from when he'd killed someone and gotten their information from his stained breast pocket, and the second from where he'd been in hiding to shoot the man. The gunfire and the explosives from where they'd entered his mansion by force and then burned the place down were probably still lingering in his skin.
And to think that his son had noticed it at the tender age of six. He laughed again. His child stirred and moaned his name, and he let his large hand fall on his thin frame for a moment before kissing him goodnight and walking away.
They always did say that a child's words are more reliable than anything else. He swept out of the room silently, and he could only pray that his child remained in the dark for just a few years longer.
You aren't ready for the truth yet, after all.
...
Title: Cyclic
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Legend of the Legendary Heroes
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 4 - Dancing With The Devil
Words: 528
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Ryner struggled. His inner nature is hard to defeat, especially when he's under so much pressure.
It never ceased to amaze him, how bright it could be in such a dangerous place--his mind, that was.
The Solver of All Formulas. God. The Lonely Demon. He hated it, every time he was forced here, trying to understand something about himself, his past life, his destiny, his family.
What he hated the most was facing that version of himself. It would be so easy--too easy--just to let him take control.
"Come," The demon urged him, smiling with his mouth and teeth, his pentagram-marked eyes, dressed in his clothes. He wanted nothing more than to puke out his guts, to cling to Ferris and Sion, to call out for his parents that he hadn't known he'd had until just recently. But he kept looming closer, and drenched in the pool of blood beneath them, the real Ryner could not struggle. "Don't you want to dance with me?"
"Hell no," Ryner spat out with difficulty, mostly because he couldn't breathe well in here. He was grabbed full-force by his own half-gloved hands, and pulled into a stance much like that of a ballroom dancer. "Let go of me! I don't want to touch you!"
"You haven't a choice," He purred cruelly in his own voice, twirling them in time, his red eyes meeting the naturally dark ones and making the stiffer of the two tense up even further and try to fight him off. The demonic one was pressed even closer to prevent that, to the point where Ryner could feel his own breath on his neck. "Just give in and dance." Ryner struggled for what felt like an age. But every time he landed a blow, the demon seemed to get more powerful, and the young man seemed to become more exhausted.
"Come, come, come," The demonic Ryner purred into the real one's ear, and his brown eyes finally turned a flat color, and he nodded soullessly. "That's right, Ryner. Dance." His boy went lax before easily waltzing with the demon, and the laugh of insanity met the soulless Ryner's ears, but he could do nothing but watch as his body obeyed the demon's commands. "Doesn't it feel good? To dance with me?" That laugh crawled over his skin, and Ryner wanted to scream, but he couldn't say a word. He couldn't do anything but dance.
And then his eyes flew open, the laughs echoed in his ears. The sweat was pooled where his face had been, and his breathing was heavy. Ryner balled a fist in his clothing over his heart, still gasping for air. A dream, he thought. That was all a dream.
Still trying to gain his bearings, he heard a voice that stopped his breath and heartbeat for a moment. "I know you'll be back," The demon murmured gently. "After all, we never got to finish our dance."
The embodiment of the Lonely Demon and the Solver of all Formulas took a shaky breath and pressed a hand to his forehead, afraid, but unwilling to move. This was the third time it had happened. He couldn't deny that the demon was probably right.
It was a never-ending dance with the devil, after all.
...
Title: Silence
Rating: PG
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 18 - Alone in a Crowd
Words: 294
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: He never feels as though he's a part of them.
As he clicked away on his cell phone, walking on the way to school, it was impossible. Although he commanded a force of thousands, and he was currently a candidate for boss of the Blue Squares on top of that, he could never feel like he was a part of either of these things.
Much like Orihara Izaya, he didn't like to be trifled with, so he liked to fade into the background, unlike the informant. However, if his position was threatened, or his peace was in turmoil, he wasn't afraid to take action and make sure that it was understood that Ryuugamine Mikado was not to be messed with.
Therefore, he was revered. He was the elusive leader of the Dollars. The Blue Squares were kneeling at his feet. The Informant liked to treat him as a toy, just like the rest of humanity, but sometimes, Mikado made moves that surprised even him. Mikado was typically nice, so he wasn't on powerful people, like Shizuo, or Simon. He wished he was closer with Masaomi, or with Sonohara Anri, but it was difficult, because they each had their own troubles.
When he walked through the rush of people in Ikebukuro, he realized that he'd been standing there by himself. Around probably thousands of people that he talked to every day either on his cell or his computer. And despite that fact, he felt more isolated than ever.
Every day, that isolation hits him, and he wonders if it's always been like this, and if he'll always feel alone like so, surrounded by people.
But he doesn't mind. That same isolation will one day make him the eye of the storm, the unexpected switch lying in wait. And for now, Mikado doesn't mind the silence.
...
That's all for today! I'm aiming for 3/day, because that would be 167 days of prompts or so. u.u;
For 500themes .
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My 500themes prompt list and links.
visit me @ ff.net
@ website
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: PG
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 69 - A Child's Truth
Words: 737
Genre/s: General.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Tsuna, even as a child, had always seen things with such clarity. It made one wonder where such keen insight had come from.
Disclaimer/Claimer: KHR! Belongs to Amano Akira.
The rain fell heavily on the windows of the Sawada household. "Mommy," The small child wandered over to his mother's side. She was warm, and always smelled of either fresh laundry or hot food. He had pure caramel eyes, and as he climbed into her lap, he felt less than half his age of six. "Where's Daddy?"
The question wasn't unexpected. After all, children were curious. And when his father hadn't been home for months at a time, it was only natural that he'd eventually start to notice.
"Daddy's at work, remember?" She smiled softly to her son, putting down the shirt she was folding to press him close to her, feeling his every breath. She pressed a thin hand to the top of his head and tried, vaguely, to smooth his messy head of hair. "He'll be back soon, Tsu-kun." Her voice was soft and reassuring.
"I bet he's doing something dangerous. He turned his big brown eyes to his mother, little mouth set in a scowl. "Daddy's going to come back all hurt, and I'm not going feel bad, because I knew he was going to come back hurt."
"Don't say that," She gasped, startled. "You know your Papa loves us very much! We don't want him to come back hurt, now do we?"
Her child pouted for a moment, his arms crossed. Then he whispered softly. "No."
"See?" She patted him again, and hugged him close. "Don't you feel bad for saying such a bad thing about your father?"
"But Daddy...he's..." Tsuna struggled to find the words, and his mother blinked curiously. "He's not...normal."
"Your father is a construction worker," Nana said, brushing her long hair from her eyes. "His personality is a bit strange, but his job is certainly normal enough, Tsu-kun."
"But he always comes home after dark, and he's all gross-smelling," The boy's nose crinkled up, as if to prove his point. "I don't know what it is, but it's not a Daddy smell. No one else's Daddy smells like he does."
Nana wondered absently if her son knew something she didn't. Sure, Iemitsu did come home late, but she could never smell anything worse on him than maybe occasionally manure or the foul stench of stale and bacteria infested waters. What a good nose the boy had, then, if that was the case. "What does Papa smell like to you, Tsu-kun?"
"Bad stuff," He thought with a shudder. "Like...like when you light a candle! Or when you get an oopsie!" Nana laughed a little bit.
"Daddy builds things--of course he's going to smell a little like smoke, Tsu-kun," Another giggle as she lifted her son and stood. "And he has scrapes and callouses from his job, too. Your nose is too good for your own good!"
He kept trying to tell her what he meant, but it soon gave way to giggling instead. They ended up talking about lunch instead, and all too soon his nose was more preoccupied with food than anything else. Nana simply forgot the incident happened at all, and went on about her business as though nothing had changed.
However, when her husband returned a few days later, she cooked a feast and told him what their son had said. He blinked before laughing heartily and assuring his wife that she was right. That night, though, he waited until his son was asleep and smiled fondly. "You're good," He whispered. "My little detective." There was still a hint of blood and dirt under his fingernails, the first from when he'd killed someone and gotten their information from his stained breast pocket, and the second from where he'd been in hiding to shoot the man. The gunfire and the explosives from where they'd entered his mansion by force and then burned the place down were probably still lingering in his skin.
And to think that his son had noticed it at the tender age of six. He laughed again. His child stirred and moaned his name, and he let his large hand fall on his thin frame for a moment before kissing him goodnight and walking away.
They always did say that a child's words are more reliable than anything else. He swept out of the room silently, and he could only pray that his child remained in the dark for just a few years longer.
You aren't ready for the truth yet, after all.
...
Title: Cyclic
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Legend of the Legendary Heroes
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 4 - Dancing With The Devil
Words: 528
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Ryner struggled. His inner nature is hard to defeat, especially when he's under so much pressure.
It never ceased to amaze him, how bright it could be in such a dangerous place--his mind, that was.
The Solver of All Formulas. God. The Lonely Demon. He hated it, every time he was forced here, trying to understand something about himself, his past life, his destiny, his family.
What he hated the most was facing that version of himself. It would be so easy--too easy--just to let him take control.
"Come," The demon urged him, smiling with his mouth and teeth, his pentagram-marked eyes, dressed in his clothes. He wanted nothing more than to puke out his guts, to cling to Ferris and Sion, to call out for his parents that he hadn't known he'd had until just recently. But he kept looming closer, and drenched in the pool of blood beneath them, the real Ryner could not struggle. "Don't you want to dance with me?"
"Hell no," Ryner spat out with difficulty, mostly because he couldn't breathe well in here. He was grabbed full-force by his own half-gloved hands, and pulled into a stance much like that of a ballroom dancer. "Let go of me! I don't want to touch you!"
"You haven't a choice," He purred cruelly in his own voice, twirling them in time, his red eyes meeting the naturally dark ones and making the stiffer of the two tense up even further and try to fight him off. The demonic one was pressed even closer to prevent that, to the point where Ryner could feel his own breath on his neck. "Just give in and dance." Ryner struggled for what felt like an age. But every time he landed a blow, the demon seemed to get more powerful, and the young man seemed to become more exhausted.
"Come, come, come," The demonic Ryner purred into the real one's ear, and his brown eyes finally turned a flat color, and he nodded soullessly. "That's right, Ryner. Dance." His boy went lax before easily waltzing with the demon, and the laugh of insanity met the soulless Ryner's ears, but he could do nothing but watch as his body obeyed the demon's commands. "Doesn't it feel good? To dance with me?" That laugh crawled over his skin, and Ryner wanted to scream, but he couldn't say a word. He couldn't do anything but dance.
And then his eyes flew open, the laughs echoed in his ears. The sweat was pooled where his face had been, and his breathing was heavy. Ryner balled a fist in his clothing over his heart, still gasping for air. A dream, he thought. That was all a dream.
Still trying to gain his bearings, he heard a voice that stopped his breath and heartbeat for a moment. "I know you'll be back," The demon murmured gently. "After all, we never got to finish our dance."
The embodiment of the Lonely Demon and the Solver of all Formulas took a shaky breath and pressed a hand to his forehead, afraid, but unwilling to move. This was the third time it had happened. He couldn't deny that the demon was probably right.
It was a never-ending dance with the devil, after all.
...
Title: Silence
Rating: PG
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 18 - Alone in a Crowd
Words: 294
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: He never feels as though he's a part of them.
As he clicked away on his cell phone, walking on the way to school, it was impossible. Although he commanded a force of thousands, and he was currently a candidate for boss of the Blue Squares on top of that, he could never feel like he was a part of either of these things.
Much like Orihara Izaya, he didn't like to be trifled with, so he liked to fade into the background, unlike the informant. However, if his position was threatened, or his peace was in turmoil, he wasn't afraid to take action and make sure that it was understood that Ryuugamine Mikado was not to be messed with.
Therefore, he was revered. He was the elusive leader of the Dollars. The Blue Squares were kneeling at his feet. The Informant liked to treat him as a toy, just like the rest of humanity, but sometimes, Mikado made moves that surprised even him. Mikado was typically nice, so he wasn't on powerful people, like Shizuo, or Simon. He wished he was closer with Masaomi, or with Sonohara Anri, but it was difficult, because they each had their own troubles.
When he walked through the rush of people in Ikebukuro, he realized that he'd been standing there by himself. Around probably thousands of people that he talked to every day either on his cell or his computer. And despite that fact, he felt more isolated than ever.
Every day, that isolation hits him, and he wonders if it's always been like this, and if he'll always feel alone like so, surrounded by people.
But he doesn't mind. That same isolation will one day make him the eye of the storm, the unexpected switch lying in wait. And for now, Mikado doesn't mind the silence.
...
That's all for today! I'm aiming for 3/day, because that would be 167 days of prompts or so. u.u;
For 500themes .
///
My 500themes prompt list and links.
visit me @ ff.net
@ website