[xi], [xii], [xiii]: glimpse, ritual, movement, finality, simplicity, lost, & resound
FRIGG MY LIFE. As you can see, I didn't feel like writing yesterday. On top of that, I must make up for lost time, because I didn't write three on Friday. Oh well. *Sigh*. It gives you guys more things to read, though. Anyways, onward for stuff for 500themes , this is the combo of finishing day 11, and doing days 12 and 13. :D (If you're wondering why I'm in a bad mood, it's because someone on fanfic.net kind of pissed me off royally. But hey. No worries. *3*)
Title: Glimpse
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: All.
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing/s: Kida/Saki
Theme: 83 - Counting years.
Words: 322
Genre/s: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Spoiler-ish.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: He sometimes forgets even his own age. Has it truly been that short a time?
Disclaimer/Claimer: DRRR belongs to Ryohgo Narita.
His feet kicked back and forth and he let out a sigh. His golden brown eyes turned up to the sky, and he squinted in the face of the midday sun. Behind him, he could hear the quiet voice of his girlfriend, who said his name like it was a prayer. There was nothing to be done for that, though. Instead, he could only wait, because if he dealt with them, it would only lead in frustration.
On days like this, he couldn't help but realize he was truly only sixteen again. His eyes closed slowly, the burn of the sun beating at his eyelids. Only sixteen. All of sixteen. Where had the time gone? He remembered that long year with his gang, that long year that climaxed to Saki's hospitalization, that time afterwords where he had spent all his time trying to escape instead of facing his problems. It felt like he was much closer to thirty than only sixteen.
He counted the days, the weeks, the months. Sixteen and three months. Sure enough, he was still sixteen. When Saki came over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling, he looked up and smiled up at her with no humor. "Are you alright?"
Kida sucked in a deep, slow breath. He looked his girlfriend straight in the eyes, his vision more clear than it had been before all the mess with Mikado, Anri, and Izaya. "Yeah, 'course. Let's go." Their fingers interlaced, and he pushed himself up with the hand that wasn't holding hers. They walked off, and although it was a bright day, he couldn't help but feel a cool chill run down his back, and as he turned up to the sky again, he shielded his eyes and sighed. Saki only watched with a silent smile, but even she could tell her boyfriend was going through a tough time right now.
For now, they would simply walk.
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Title: Ritual
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 292 - Dragons in your eyes.
Words: 461
Genre/s: Gen.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: It is always a pattern with the two of them, and both owners of such secretive smiles would occasionally reveal themselves.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso.
The way that they both tried to tame each other was almost comical.
The young master had cruel, cold blue eyes, and to anyone else, it was entirely unfair to play any sort of game against him. He would fold his hands and wait patiently for his opponents to realize that there was no choice but to surrender, particularly because his lone eye already spoke of his victory. Children of nobility were almost always respectably proud, but dealing with one Ciel Phantomhive truly made one question whether he was an adult stuck in a child's body, or if he was truly a genius. Those who knew the truth, and 'they' were but one in number now, would've realized that both could've been argued, but for the majority, the Phantomhive boy was shrouded in mystery, as was everything else around him, including his butler.
Sebastian obeyed orders, but not without a certain amount of resistance and sarcasm. To fight against such a demon, to do anything other than give up after seeing what he could do, or seeing those sharply glowing eyes, was sheer idiocy. Both servant and master were good at playing with peoples' minds, and when the two of them joined forces for a common cause, it was little wonder that people left both horrified and bewildered when they'd come from the mansion of the Phantomhives.
However, both of these males, with dangerous eyes, disliked being treated like the lesser being, and so Ciel huffed and arrogantly refused to treat anyone with more than indifference, and when his butler tried to pull once-overs on him, or wait until the last second to save his life, he grew impatient and furious. When Sebastian was ordered around like nothing more than a dog, he bowed, but then when the time came to actually put his loyalty to the test, he let his master sit on the coals and suffer with those indifferent eyes, expectant of his appearance. He glared and grumbled all the way home, and the butler smiled as his liege griped, but they both knew that this mutual acceptance and contempt was the only way the two of them could co-exist.
And in the rare times when Sebastian received an injury, or found an opponent that was indeed of his caliber, he knew it worried his young master. At the same time, in the quiet instances that his young master reverted to a child, he could indeed feel proud of choosing such a complex master this time, and he even reached out in something most would call kindness to soothe his pain during night-terrors.
But then the sun rose, and both of the dangerous entities smiled those cold smiles, and life went back to the way it had always been.
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Title: Movement
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: All.
Fandom: Code Geass
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 58 - The power of goodbye.
Words: 544
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: It was a separation that struck both of the boys. For the first time in ages, they would be forced to learn how to live apart again.
Disclaimer/Claimer: CG is not mine. *3*
The silence was thick in the air between the two of them.
Two children stood there in the middle of the field, and they stared at each other. The nonathletic, noble-of-birth, dark-haired boy had eyes that were large, amethyst, and filled with terrors. On his back, a girl sat quietly, simply listening to the breeze and the far-off cries of the dead in the warzone surrounding them. They were just outside of a city, and the two of them were trying to figure out what to do next.
Suzaku was the one that spoke first. "If you want to get out of here in one piece, you've got to go into hiding." Wavy brown hair framed this boy's face, and his green eyes bore both pride and fear. "My father told me to protect you, and for me to do that, we have to go our separate ways." His hand reached out slowly, and the other youth, whom he had very nearly hated once before and was now best friends with, slowly unlatched one of the arms holding his younger sister to return the other boy's grip. "Take care of--"
"Just wait a moment," Lelouch finally spoke, his voice steady despite its low volume. "I had a few words to say to you before we parted." He was glad his sister was breathing slowly, deeply, and her heart beat was slow as well, meaning that she was sleeping well, because it meant he could speak his mind to the other youth without her hearing his words. "I only wanted to say that...I am glad that we met, although it was initially on such rocky terms. You've taught me many things, although you were of different heritage. Not only that, you've..." He swallowed hard and deep. "You've shown me what truly matters." He thought about his precious sister and the boy standing in front of him, neither of their eyes glossed over, but Suzaku's green orbs were a bit wide after that last sentence. "I only wanted to thank you for that."
"I, er..." He stumbled over his words, trying to organize his thoughts. "You too!"
They both laughed a bit at that, but at last, the amethyst-eyed boy let go in their handshake. "Farewell, Suzaku. And you take care of yourself as well." The other boy nodded with a smile, quickly taking off into the dust in the air. Standing there, the wind blew through the noble child's hair, and with one heave, he got Nunnally up to a comfortable position on his back, and began walking. An hour or so later, she yawned to awareness, and noticing the silence, she spoke up. "Where's Suzaku-kun?"
Lelouch smiled sadly a bit, looking up at the sky, feeling lonely. "He's...gone away for now."
She sucked in a breath, her pulse quickened. "Surely, he's not..."
His lips turned down a bit and he felt his head shake. "We can only hope not." And he kept moving through the city's darker streets, trying to find a place to stay for the evening, and to find something for both of them to eat. His gaze fell back down to the buildings, and he heaved his sister up once again.
They had to keep moving, even without him.
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Title: Finality
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating:
Fandom: Tsubasa Chronicle
Pairing/s: Syaoran/Sakura
Theme: 495 - The tattered, the torn.
Words: 238
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, sorta Romance.
Warnings: Spoilers for the end.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: The two lovers and reincarnates simply want everything to come to a close. That's all.
Disclaimer/Claimer: TC belongs to CLAMP.
Both of them are more than exhausted by all of these cycles.
Every time they imagine themselves one steps closer to each other, they are pulled away. They meet with each other on the brink, and every time Sakura feels her eyes well with tears. To see her husband, her child, his clone, what have you, like this? It was absolutely heart-breaking.
She and her clone witnessed that same devastating fight between Syaoran and his clone over and over again, and they screamed for the two of them, because no matter how much blood, how much sweat, how many glares and sad eyes they sent to each other, the fighting continued, and they only wanted to reach them. They only wanted to touch them, soothe them, smile at them, love them. They were falling apart, too. They didn't want to keep doing this. By now, their souls were at the age of old people, and they wanted nothing more to be released so they could rest.
And then, suddenly, the cycle had broken. They were nothing more than a collection of those cycles, paired with memories. They'd even become something like the same soul at one point, even. Their time to see each other was lessened, and they were further apart than ever. However, the bruised, battered, and torn souls were at last whole, and even if they weren't together in physicality, they were always together in spirit.
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Title: Simplicity
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: Permanent Curiosity
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 181 - I offer no excuses.
Words: 698
Genre/s: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crime
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary:
Disclaimer/Claimer: Mine. :3
I always loathe this part of the process. That's primarily because most of the time when I'm sent to do this, my targets kill themselves before I can finish. Today, however, I have made sure that my target cannot do so, and is isolated.
I stare at him and repeat myself, yet another thing that I absolutely hate to do. "I said, your options are to join me or for me to kill your family and yourself, so which will you choose?"
He stares at me, as though my near-black hair, or perhaps my slate-gray eyes, or perhaps even my moderately tan skin and sharp-boned face are oddities. His caramel-hair, dyed blonde in the bangs, is annoyance, as it covers his hazel eyes, but I can't be bothered. After all, he already knows me from years ago, and I'd excused him from my experiments back then because he simply wasn't interesting. His mouth was open, which I find quite offensive and rude, and I'd really rather him get on with his answer, because I'm tired of waiting. "I mean...Sebastian, you can't be serious!" He holds his hands, and already I sense an excuse coming from nowhere. "I mean, I know what my dad's doing isn't exactly the best, but you don't mean to tell me that you work for someone who's going to kill him?!"
"That is precisely what I mean," Haven't I made that terribly clear? My goodness, he's rather dull, this Garret. "So, which will you choose?" He swallows hard, and I see that it will take more persuasion. Since we are alone, and it is the middle of nowhere (I've made absolutely certain of that), I pull out a butterfly knife and with only a light press, it draws blood from his wrist. I stare at him and my voice comes out flatly. "It will be torturously slow, mind you," I draw it up his arm slowly, so that it cuts deep, and he stares at me as though he is about to scream, but this is nothing at all. I then proceeded to dig my gun from its holster on my pants, and I pressed the cool metal to the groove just under his jaw. Not very effective for killing, but for shutting someone up as well as scaring them? Quite. "Now, your father has committed a mild treason against the company for which I work, for he has stolen more than five-hundred thousand dollars from our reserves. It has become known to us that you were his accomplice. However, since you are no older than myself, and you have potential, you may be spared, should you chose that option. Not to mention, I even put in a good word for you."
He is beginning to sweat, realizing that his life truly hangs in the balance here, especially because I have cut a minor artery, and with that sort of precision, I just as easily shoot him or make him die of blood loss. "Why," He breathes out lightly, and I continue to stare. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's interesting," There's no need to sugar-coat something so undeniably simple, but it is obvious that my answer frightens him. "Don't worry. You'll soon be used to such things. You have to watch the monitors carefully in the tech room, for if you do not, you will ruin the mission for the rest of the team you are surveying."
I feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallows again against the grip of my gun. In a near whisper, Garret finally answers, his eyes shut tightly. "Alright," and with that, I pulled away and sat back down in this car. Digging inside of my jacket, I found my first-aid kit and pulled out the small vial of rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball to clean the long wound I'd left, then found a balm to put over that, and then the roll of gauze I always kept on my person so that I could wrap up the wound I'd created before I drove back to the city in the direction of Headquarters.
Well, that had been simpler than I'd thought it would've been.
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Title: Lost
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 13+
Fandom: Here For Now
Pairing/s: Jay/Lyn
Theme: 365 - Lonely by candlelight.
Words: 607
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, Gen, sorta Romance.
Warnings: Vague mentions of Boy-Love.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Being alone in my room, no calls, no texts, no nothing, I can't help but feel like something is missing.
Disclaimer/Claimer: HFN is mine. :D
I'd lost track of time since he'd just up and disappeared.
There were no messages on my phone, and that on top of the fact that he'd returned none of my calls, and he wasn't anywhere to be found within the city terrified me. I want to curl up in a ball, but Mom tries to convince me that everything's going to turn out alright. I'm freaked, and half the time, i can't get up to go to school. It's thanks to Julian and Mom that I struggle through that week, but I just can't forget about him.
After that week of being lost, then I was pissed. Sure, we'd bickered, but it was nothing so terrible that we couldn't work it out. There was no reason for him to simply vanish. Stuck wondering around town looking for him again, I found myself out of breath and exhausted, but standing outside of a hospital. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, I stopped breathing for a second. When I remembered that I had to do that, I rushed in there and asked for Mary's hospital number again, because I'd forgotten. I had only been there once, after all.
But the woman at the desk gave me that stupid, I-feel-bad-but-I-won't-go-into-the-details smile. "She's not at the hospital any more," And the words shock and terrify me. "Her condition was rapidly worsening, and there was nothing we could do about it. She's been moved to one about a district or two away."
My heart stops beating for a tick, and I rush home. In my hurry, I've slipped, because it is starting to rain. It gets in my glasses, making it even harder for me to see, and I hastily pull up my hood so I can make it home in one piece. I rush to my mother to tell her the news, and I pushed the buttons on my cell phone faster than I ever had before. I called over and over again, and I was determined not to give up this time.
Finally, it connected on the tenth try, and I almost screamed with happiness and fright when I heard a hello on the other end. "Lyn!" I whisper, trying to calm myself down, because I already know that he's in a foul mood. After all, his sister..."Lyn, God, I'm glad you're okay."
"Jay?" His voice makes him sound like he's sick, and from the heavy sound of rain in the background, I can tell he's outside. He sounds a little dead, and this fact horrifies me. "Oh God, I'm sorry...I mean...I'm okay."
"You sure as hell don't sound it," I say breathlessly, and I can't explain how happy I am to hear his voice, but at the same time, I'm about to take Mom's umbrella and go run to find him. "Where are you? You sound awful."
There's silence on the line, and I worry that maybe he's passed out or something. But then he answers me, and I stand with one hand on the door as he speaks. "In the park where we went on that date."
"Hang on," I say, shoving my shoes right back on even though I'd only just slid them off. "I'll be there in a few." My heart races, and I vaguely remember yelling to my mother that I'd be right back. I wanted to smile, and at the same time, I wanted to scream. I worried for Lyn's mental health, especially because his sister was getting worse. My feet hit puddles and splashed my pants with mud and water, but I couldn't be bothered.
I had to hurry.
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Title: Resound
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: KHR
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 6 - Haunting melody.
Words: 496
Genre/s: Angst, Gen.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Gokudera finds it more difficult than anyone else to cope with the death of their leader, and sometimes his only form of grief counseling is to play the piano.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Akira Amano's. Not mine.
When the news had swept through Headquarters, no one had taken it harder than him.
The first thing he did was become furious with himself. He spoke to absolutely no one, and stood out on the balcony, despite the fact that it was late Autumn. Alone out there, he smoked for hours on end, lighting up, snuffing the butts of cigarettes, and then lighting up again only to take long drags and breathe out slowly, and snuff out another. It happened again and again until his contacts started to become painful from his exhaustion, and he retired. Sometimes, this happened at very near dawn.
Some days, he didn't spend all his time outside on the balcony. Rather, he holed himself up in his room. Within that room, he would absorb himself in practice, for the hours of daylight would still be filled with fighting off the Millefiore. Then, when his muscles began to give out him, he would take a bath or a shower, and upon his return, he would sit on the bench in front of this piano. Since learning about his mother, he'd become less wary of playing, and he was relieved to find that he still knew how to play. It was a beautiful, silky black baby grand, one that his boss had gotten for him before he'd passed. It always made his brow furrow to think of that, but still, he would push the lid off and stare at the gleaning, ivory and ebony keys. His thin fingers gleaned over the notes familiarly, and his seafoam green eyes closed in a sense of peace as he played out a song familiar to his heart. It was one he'd heard his mother play time and time again, and it was the only thing that kept him from drowning in his sorrows day by day.
The song floated around the base, and the others felt their hearts breaking for him, knowing well that Gokudera couldn't take much more of this. He'd been betrayed by so many in his life, and losing his one lifeline that had never failed him was a heavy blow. Many times, the song drew Yamamoto, or even Ryohei, to come in, even simply sit with him, and offer their company. The man would sometimes play another song after their arrival, just as deep and dark as the last, but they could tell that he was at least feeling better after knowing that he had company.
And finally, when it became so late that the keys all began to look the same, he would slide the cover back over the keys, nod at whoever had come in, and shuffle on to his bedroom, landing face-down on the covers and wrapping himself in them without a word. Only then did the sound of his piano in his memory lull him to sleep, while the others tried to shake the notes from their head, for the sorrow within every one resounded even after he'd stopped playing.
Title: Glimpse
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: All.
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing/s: Kida/Saki
Theme: 83 - Counting years.
Words: 322
Genre/s: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Spoiler-ish.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: He sometimes forgets even his own age. Has it truly been that short a time?
Disclaimer/Claimer: DRRR belongs to Ryohgo Narita.
His feet kicked back and forth and he let out a sigh. His golden brown eyes turned up to the sky, and he squinted in the face of the midday sun. Behind him, he could hear the quiet voice of his girlfriend, who said his name like it was a prayer. There was nothing to be done for that, though. Instead, he could only wait, because if he dealt with them, it would only lead in frustration.
On days like this, he couldn't help but realize he was truly only sixteen again. His eyes closed slowly, the burn of the sun beating at his eyelids. Only sixteen. All of sixteen. Where had the time gone? He remembered that long year with his gang, that long year that climaxed to Saki's hospitalization, that time afterwords where he had spent all his time trying to escape instead of facing his problems. It felt like he was much closer to thirty than only sixteen.
He counted the days, the weeks, the months. Sixteen and three months. Sure enough, he was still sixteen. When Saki came over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, smiling, he looked up and smiled up at her with no humor. "Are you alright?"
Kida sucked in a deep, slow breath. He looked his girlfriend straight in the eyes, his vision more clear than it had been before all the mess with Mikado, Anri, and Izaya. "Yeah, 'course. Let's go." Their fingers interlaced, and he pushed himself up with the hand that wasn't holding hers. They walked off, and although it was a bright day, he couldn't help but feel a cool chill run down his back, and as he turned up to the sky again, he shielded his eyes and sighed. Saki only watched with a silent smile, but even she could tell her boyfriend was going through a tough time right now.
For now, they would simply walk.
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Title: Ritual
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 292 - Dragons in your eyes.
Words: 461
Genre/s: Gen.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: It is always a pattern with the two of them, and both owners of such secretive smiles would occasionally reveal themselves.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso.
The way that they both tried to tame each other was almost comical.
The young master had cruel, cold blue eyes, and to anyone else, it was entirely unfair to play any sort of game against him. He would fold his hands and wait patiently for his opponents to realize that there was no choice but to surrender, particularly because his lone eye already spoke of his victory. Children of nobility were almost always respectably proud, but dealing with one Ciel Phantomhive truly made one question whether he was an adult stuck in a child's body, or if he was truly a genius. Those who knew the truth, and 'they' were but one in number now, would've realized that both could've been argued, but for the majority, the Phantomhive boy was shrouded in mystery, as was everything else around him, including his butler.
Sebastian obeyed orders, but not without a certain amount of resistance and sarcasm. To fight against such a demon, to do anything other than give up after seeing what he could do, or seeing those sharply glowing eyes, was sheer idiocy. Both servant and master were good at playing with peoples' minds, and when the two of them joined forces for a common cause, it was little wonder that people left both horrified and bewildered when they'd come from the mansion of the Phantomhives.
However, both of these males, with dangerous eyes, disliked being treated like the lesser being, and so Ciel huffed and arrogantly refused to treat anyone with more than indifference, and when his butler tried to pull once-overs on him, or wait until the last second to save his life, he grew impatient and furious. When Sebastian was ordered around like nothing more than a dog, he bowed, but then when the time came to actually put his loyalty to the test, he let his master sit on the coals and suffer with those indifferent eyes, expectant of his appearance. He glared and grumbled all the way home, and the butler smiled as his liege griped, but they both knew that this mutual acceptance and contempt was the only way the two of them could co-exist.
And in the rare times when Sebastian received an injury, or found an opponent that was indeed of his caliber, he knew it worried his young master. At the same time, in the quiet instances that his young master reverted to a child, he could indeed feel proud of choosing such a complex master this time, and he even reached out in something most would call kindness to soothe his pain during night-terrors.
But then the sun rose, and both of the dangerous entities smiled those cold smiles, and life went back to the way it had always been.
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Title: Movement
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: All.
Fandom: Code Geass
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 58 - The power of goodbye.
Words: 544
Genre/s: Angst.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: It was a separation that struck both of the boys. For the first time in ages, they would be forced to learn how to live apart again.
Disclaimer/Claimer: CG is not mine. *3*
The silence was thick in the air between the two of them.
Two children stood there in the middle of the field, and they stared at each other. The nonathletic, noble-of-birth, dark-haired boy had eyes that were large, amethyst, and filled with terrors. On his back, a girl sat quietly, simply listening to the breeze and the far-off cries of the dead in the warzone surrounding them. They were just outside of a city, and the two of them were trying to figure out what to do next.
Suzaku was the one that spoke first. "If you want to get out of here in one piece, you've got to go into hiding." Wavy brown hair framed this boy's face, and his green eyes bore both pride and fear. "My father told me to protect you, and for me to do that, we have to go our separate ways." His hand reached out slowly, and the other youth, whom he had very nearly hated once before and was now best friends with, slowly unlatched one of the arms holding his younger sister to return the other boy's grip. "Take care of--"
"Just wait a moment," Lelouch finally spoke, his voice steady despite its low volume. "I had a few words to say to you before we parted." He was glad his sister was breathing slowly, deeply, and her heart beat was slow as well, meaning that she was sleeping well, because it meant he could speak his mind to the other youth without her hearing his words. "I only wanted to say that...I am glad that we met, although it was initially on such rocky terms. You've taught me many things, although you were of different heritage. Not only that, you've..." He swallowed hard and deep. "You've shown me what truly matters." He thought about his precious sister and the boy standing in front of him, neither of their eyes glossed over, but Suzaku's green orbs were a bit wide after that last sentence. "I only wanted to thank you for that."
"I, er..." He stumbled over his words, trying to organize his thoughts. "You too!"
They both laughed a bit at that, but at last, the amethyst-eyed boy let go in their handshake. "Farewell, Suzaku. And you take care of yourself as well." The other boy nodded with a smile, quickly taking off into the dust in the air. Standing there, the wind blew through the noble child's hair, and with one heave, he got Nunnally up to a comfortable position on his back, and began walking. An hour or so later, she yawned to awareness, and noticing the silence, she spoke up. "Where's Suzaku-kun?"
Lelouch smiled sadly a bit, looking up at the sky, feeling lonely. "He's...gone away for now."
She sucked in a breath, her pulse quickened. "Surely, he's not..."
His lips turned down a bit and he felt his head shake. "We can only hope not." And he kept moving through the city's darker streets, trying to find a place to stay for the evening, and to find something for both of them to eat. His gaze fell back down to the buildings, and he heaved his sister up once again.
They had to keep moving, even without him.
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Title: Finality
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating:
Fandom: Tsubasa Chronicle
Pairing/s: Syaoran/Sakura
Theme: 495 - The tattered, the torn.
Words: 238
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, sorta Romance.
Warnings: Spoilers for the end.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: The two lovers and reincarnates simply want everything to come to a close. That's all.
Disclaimer/Claimer: TC belongs to CLAMP.
Both of them are more than exhausted by all of these cycles.
Every time they imagine themselves one steps closer to each other, they are pulled away. They meet with each other on the brink, and every time Sakura feels her eyes well with tears. To see her husband, her child, his clone, what have you, like this? It was absolutely heart-breaking.
She and her clone witnessed that same devastating fight between Syaoran and his clone over and over again, and they screamed for the two of them, because no matter how much blood, how much sweat, how many glares and sad eyes they sent to each other, the fighting continued, and they only wanted to reach them. They only wanted to touch them, soothe them, smile at them, love them. They were falling apart, too. They didn't want to keep doing this. By now, their souls were at the age of old people, and they wanted nothing more to be released so they could rest.
And then, suddenly, the cycle had broken. They were nothing more than a collection of those cycles, paired with memories. They'd even become something like the same soul at one point, even. Their time to see each other was lessened, and they were further apart than ever. However, the bruised, battered, and torn souls were at last whole, and even if they weren't together in physicality, they were always together in spirit.
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Title: Simplicity
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: Permanent Curiosity
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 181 - I offer no excuses.
Words: 698
Genre/s: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Crime
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary:
Disclaimer/Claimer: Mine. :3
I always loathe this part of the process. That's primarily because most of the time when I'm sent to do this, my targets kill themselves before I can finish. Today, however, I have made sure that my target cannot do so, and is isolated.
I stare at him and repeat myself, yet another thing that I absolutely hate to do. "I said, your options are to join me or for me to kill your family and yourself, so which will you choose?"
He stares at me, as though my near-black hair, or perhaps my slate-gray eyes, or perhaps even my moderately tan skin and sharp-boned face are oddities. His caramel-hair, dyed blonde in the bangs, is annoyance, as it covers his hazel eyes, but I can't be bothered. After all, he already knows me from years ago, and I'd excused him from my experiments back then because he simply wasn't interesting. His mouth was open, which I find quite offensive and rude, and I'd really rather him get on with his answer, because I'm tired of waiting. "I mean...Sebastian, you can't be serious!" He holds his hands, and already I sense an excuse coming from nowhere. "I mean, I know what my dad's doing isn't exactly the best, but you don't mean to tell me that you work for someone who's going to kill him?!"
"That is precisely what I mean," Haven't I made that terribly clear? My goodness, he's rather dull, this Garret. "So, which will you choose?" He swallows hard, and I see that it will take more persuasion. Since we are alone, and it is the middle of nowhere (I've made absolutely certain of that), I pull out a butterfly knife and with only a light press, it draws blood from his wrist. I stare at him and my voice comes out flatly. "It will be torturously slow, mind you," I draw it up his arm slowly, so that it cuts deep, and he stares at me as though he is about to scream, but this is nothing at all. I then proceeded to dig my gun from its holster on my pants, and I pressed the cool metal to the groove just under his jaw. Not very effective for killing, but for shutting someone up as well as scaring them? Quite. "Now, your father has committed a mild treason against the company for which I work, for he has stolen more than five-hundred thousand dollars from our reserves. It has become known to us that you were his accomplice. However, since you are no older than myself, and you have potential, you may be spared, should you chose that option. Not to mention, I even put in a good word for you."
He is beginning to sweat, realizing that his life truly hangs in the balance here, especially because I have cut a minor artery, and with that sort of precision, I just as easily shoot him or make him die of blood loss. "Why," He breathes out lightly, and I continue to stare. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's interesting," There's no need to sugar-coat something so undeniably simple, but it is obvious that my answer frightens him. "Don't worry. You'll soon be used to such things. You have to watch the monitors carefully in the tech room, for if you do not, you will ruin the mission for the rest of the team you are surveying."
I feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallows again against the grip of my gun. In a near whisper, Garret finally answers, his eyes shut tightly. "Alright," and with that, I pulled away and sat back down in this car. Digging inside of my jacket, I found my first-aid kit and pulled out the small vial of rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball to clean the long wound I'd left, then found a balm to put over that, and then the roll of gauze I always kept on my person so that I could wrap up the wound I'd created before I drove back to the city in the direction of Headquarters.
Well, that had been simpler than I'd thought it would've been.
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Title: Lost
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 13+
Fandom: Here For Now
Pairing/s: Jay/Lyn
Theme: 365 - Lonely by candlelight.
Words: 607
Genre/s: Hurt/Comfort, Gen, sorta Romance.
Warnings: Vague mentions of Boy-Love.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Being alone in my room, no calls, no texts, no nothing, I can't help but feel like something is missing.
Disclaimer/Claimer: HFN is mine. :D
I'd lost track of time since he'd just up and disappeared.
There were no messages on my phone, and that on top of the fact that he'd returned none of my calls, and he wasn't anywhere to be found within the city terrified me. I want to curl up in a ball, but Mom tries to convince me that everything's going to turn out alright. I'm freaked, and half the time, i can't get up to go to school. It's thanks to Julian and Mom that I struggle through that week, but I just can't forget about him.
After that week of being lost, then I was pissed. Sure, we'd bickered, but it was nothing so terrible that we couldn't work it out. There was no reason for him to simply vanish. Stuck wondering around town looking for him again, I found myself out of breath and exhausted, but standing outside of a hospital. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, I stopped breathing for a second. When I remembered that I had to do that, I rushed in there and asked for Mary's hospital number again, because I'd forgotten. I had only been there once, after all.
But the woman at the desk gave me that stupid, I-feel-bad-but-I-won't-go-into-the-details smile. "She's not at the hospital any more," And the words shock and terrify me. "Her condition was rapidly worsening, and there was nothing we could do about it. She's been moved to one about a district or two away."
My heart stops beating for a tick, and I rush home. In my hurry, I've slipped, because it is starting to rain. It gets in my glasses, making it even harder for me to see, and I hastily pull up my hood so I can make it home in one piece. I rush to my mother to tell her the news, and I pushed the buttons on my cell phone faster than I ever had before. I called over and over again, and I was determined not to give up this time.
Finally, it connected on the tenth try, and I almost screamed with happiness and fright when I heard a hello on the other end. "Lyn!" I whisper, trying to calm myself down, because I already know that he's in a foul mood. After all, his sister..."Lyn, God, I'm glad you're okay."
"Jay?" His voice makes him sound like he's sick, and from the heavy sound of rain in the background, I can tell he's outside. He sounds a little dead, and this fact horrifies me. "Oh God, I'm sorry...I mean...I'm okay."
"You sure as hell don't sound it," I say breathlessly, and I can't explain how happy I am to hear his voice, but at the same time, I'm about to take Mom's umbrella and go run to find him. "Where are you? You sound awful."
There's silence on the line, and I worry that maybe he's passed out or something. But then he answers me, and I stand with one hand on the door as he speaks. "In the park where we went on that date."
"Hang on," I say, shoving my shoes right back on even though I'd only just slid them off. "I'll be there in a few." My heart races, and I vaguely remember yelling to my mother that I'd be right back. I wanted to smile, and at the same time, I wanted to scream. I worried for Lyn's mental health, especially because his sister was getting worse. My feet hit puddles and splashed my pants with mud and water, but I couldn't be bothered.
I had to hurry.
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Title: Resound
Author/Artist: souleater411
Rating: 10+
Fandom: KHR
Pairing/s: None.
Theme: 6 - Haunting melody.
Words: 496
Genre/s: Angst, Gen.
Warnings: None.
Worksafe: Yes.
Summary: Gokudera finds it more difficult than anyone else to cope with the death of their leader, and sometimes his only form of grief counseling is to play the piano.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Akira Amano's. Not mine.
When the news had swept through Headquarters, no one had taken it harder than him.
The first thing he did was become furious with himself. He spoke to absolutely no one, and stood out on the balcony, despite the fact that it was late Autumn. Alone out there, he smoked for hours on end, lighting up, snuffing the butts of cigarettes, and then lighting up again only to take long drags and breathe out slowly, and snuff out another. It happened again and again until his contacts started to become painful from his exhaustion, and he retired. Sometimes, this happened at very near dawn.
Some days, he didn't spend all his time outside on the balcony. Rather, he holed himself up in his room. Within that room, he would absorb himself in practice, for the hours of daylight would still be filled with fighting off the Millefiore. Then, when his muscles began to give out him, he would take a bath or a shower, and upon his return, he would sit on the bench in front of this piano. Since learning about his mother, he'd become less wary of playing, and he was relieved to find that he still knew how to play. It was a beautiful, silky black baby grand, one that his boss had gotten for him before he'd passed. It always made his brow furrow to think of that, but still, he would push the lid off and stare at the gleaning, ivory and ebony keys. His thin fingers gleaned over the notes familiarly, and his seafoam green eyes closed in a sense of peace as he played out a song familiar to his heart. It was one he'd heard his mother play time and time again, and it was the only thing that kept him from drowning in his sorrows day by day.
The song floated around the base, and the others felt their hearts breaking for him, knowing well that Gokudera couldn't take much more of this. He'd been betrayed by so many in his life, and losing his one lifeline that had never failed him was a heavy blow. Many times, the song drew Yamamoto, or even Ryohei, to come in, even simply sit with him, and offer their company. The man would sometimes play another song after their arrival, just as deep and dark as the last, but they could tell that he was at least feeling better after knowing that he had company.
And finally, when it became so late that the keys all began to look the same, he would slide the cover back over the keys, nod at whoever had come in, and shuffle on to his bedroom, landing face-down on the covers and wrapping himself in them without a word. Only then did the sound of his piano in his memory lull him to sleep, while the others tried to shake the notes from their head, for the sorrow within every one resounded even after he'd stopped playing.