Prize fics for loved ones~
BACKGROUND: These were written as gift fics to the people who totally kicked my ass in this meme, namely psychoshoujo, synatri and lonelybusiness. I actually owe synatri one more fic (for DOGs), but I don't know how to do it just yet. o_o
PERSONA 3, FULL METAL ALCHEMIST and OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE and all characters/ideas/concepts/places in those series are not mine, although the writing certainly is. Themes are yoinked from 31_days and all that other blardy.
November 14 [2005]: Full Metal Alchemist. Shedding light on fire.
Major spoilers for episodes 25+ of the anime and the later chapters of the manga.
If there was one thing that Ed Elric absolutely, positively had to do before he died, it would be to smack Colonel Roy Mustang a good one upside head. Never mind the fact that he couldn’t reach the man on a regular basis without climbing on top of a box (or maybe two; he really didn’t want to check). He was the Full Metal Alchemist. There was always a way for a genius like him. Possible modes of execution aside, Ed liked to think that his reasons for wanting to hit the colonel were valid - it did not suit a proud bastard like him to carry on through life, walking wounded.
There was no real way of pointing this out to Roy without hearing a million and one excuses (and double that number of insults and condescending remarks), and for that reason, Ed never bothered. Still, watching Roy carry on after Maes Hughes’ death was almost painful for him. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but alchemists were all about the fine details, and the fine details on Roy’s end consisted of a back stiffer and straighter than a board, eyes dark and laden with too many sleepless nights and a sharper, drier, colder sense of humor than what the Flame Alchemist used to possess, when he used to receive calls at ungodly hours of the day from an old friend who thought nothing about talking Roy’s ears off about his cute little daughter.
Ed had, in a moment of exasperation, come very close to telling Riza Hawkeye that when they were burying Hughes, they should’ve tossed Roy into the coffin along with him: no doubt the man would have been happier that way. All it took was catching the colonel on his daily visit to the cemetery and thinking about his mother and her own little tombstone somewhere far out in the country for him to decide against it. The boy would never admit it to himself, but he and the colonel shared more similarities than differences, especially when it came to loss, mourning and living like much like one was dead.
November 13 [2007]: Ookiku Furikabutte. Popsicle toes.
Oda had discovered Kanou’s ticklish spots quite by accident: part of lovemaking for a pair like there was proper maneuvering and the proper placement of this and that body part to ensure comfort in spite of the gross differences in physical size, but in the process of adjustment things DID bump into or brush against each other. This usually resulted in a rolling of eyes on Kanou’s part and an abashed apology on Oda’s, but that day it ended with a yelped laugh and flushed cheeks. Oda, being an opportunist and a proper gay lad with all the hormonal needs of his gender, took advantage of things: rather than ask what was wrong, Oda disappeared beneath the sheets and proceeded to quite relentlessly tickle Kanou’s stomach, then the bottom of Kanou’s feet.
Kanou refused to come within ten feet of him for a week after that, but Oda did not regret it at all. He still marveled at the fact that the neighbors hadn’t complained about the noise.
August 25 [2007]: Persona 3. Look at the follies of love.
This one was written with the prompt “cause & effect” in mind. Oh yeah, and there are spoilers for the October Full Moon here!
Beyond the fact that October the Fourteenth was fast approaching, Akihiko should have known that it would end for the two of them that night, when Shinji had dragged him away after their sortie in Tartarus, thrown him to his bed and fucked him the whole evening. There had been something cold and desperate and sad about their coming together and he had tried to ask, but his childhood friend had merely grunted in response and did things to make him even forget what he had been talking about only seconds before. It was near sunrise when Shinji finally relented, leaving Akihiko to limp back to his room, take a warm shower and stare at the bruises and teeth marks in the mirror before he covered them up with his uniform. They ate breakfast together in total silence, but sometime afterward and just when he was stepping out the door he thought he heard Shinji mumble an apology. Akihiko did not ask him about it after - he had figured that he could have only imagined it.
The full moon came and went, and when the Dark Hour was done and the Kirijo Group’s men were cutting Shinji’s body open for the mandatory autopsy, Akihiko was left to sit on Shinji’s bed with his legs drawn up to his knees, remembering their last time, remembering the apology that was not an apology, wondering why he hadn’t known sooner. If he had figured it out, he would have never let it happen, and he wouldn’t have ever let Shinji touch him. Better to live with nothing than wake up to an endless beginning.
...Just a few more posts to go. Expect one up on the 24th in time for 31_days.
PERSONA 3, FULL METAL ALCHEMIST and OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE and all characters/ideas/concepts/places in those series are not mine, although the writing certainly is. Themes are yoinked from 31_days and all that other blardy.
November 14 [2005]: Full Metal Alchemist. Shedding light on fire.
Major spoilers for episodes 25+ of the anime and the later chapters of the manga.
If there was one thing that Ed Elric absolutely, positively had to do before he died, it would be to smack Colonel Roy Mustang a good one upside head. Never mind the fact that he couldn’t reach the man on a regular basis without climbing on top of a box (or maybe two; he really didn’t want to check). He was the Full Metal Alchemist. There was always a way for a genius like him. Possible modes of execution aside, Ed liked to think that his reasons for wanting to hit the colonel were valid - it did not suit a proud bastard like him to carry on through life, walking wounded.
There was no real way of pointing this out to Roy without hearing a million and one excuses (and double that number of insults and condescending remarks), and for that reason, Ed never bothered. Still, watching Roy carry on after Maes Hughes’ death was almost painful for him. Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but alchemists were all about the fine details, and the fine details on Roy’s end consisted of a back stiffer and straighter than a board, eyes dark and laden with too many sleepless nights and a sharper, drier, colder sense of humor than what the Flame Alchemist used to possess, when he used to receive calls at ungodly hours of the day from an old friend who thought nothing about talking Roy’s ears off about his cute little daughter.
Ed had, in a moment of exasperation, come very close to telling Riza Hawkeye that when they were burying Hughes, they should’ve tossed Roy into the coffin along with him: no doubt the man would have been happier that way. All it took was catching the colonel on his daily visit to the cemetery and thinking about his mother and her own little tombstone somewhere far out in the country for him to decide against it. The boy would never admit it to himself, but he and the colonel shared more similarities than differences, especially when it came to loss, mourning and living like much like one was dead.
November 13 [2007]: Ookiku Furikabutte. Popsicle toes.
Oda had discovered Kanou’s ticklish spots quite by accident: part of lovemaking for a pair like there was proper maneuvering and the proper placement of this and that body part to ensure comfort in spite of the gross differences in physical size, but in the process of adjustment things DID bump into or brush against each other. This usually resulted in a rolling of eyes on Kanou’s part and an abashed apology on Oda’s, but that day it ended with a yelped laugh and flushed cheeks. Oda, being an opportunist and a proper gay lad with all the hormonal needs of his gender, took advantage of things: rather than ask what was wrong, Oda disappeared beneath the sheets and proceeded to quite relentlessly tickle Kanou’s stomach, then the bottom of Kanou’s feet.
Kanou refused to come within ten feet of him for a week after that, but Oda did not regret it at all. He still marveled at the fact that the neighbors hadn’t complained about the noise.
August 25 [2007]: Persona 3. Look at the follies of love.
This one was written with the prompt “cause & effect” in mind. Oh yeah, and there are spoilers for the October Full Moon here!
Beyond the fact that October the Fourteenth was fast approaching, Akihiko should have known that it would end for the two of them that night, when Shinji had dragged him away after their sortie in Tartarus, thrown him to his bed and fucked him the whole evening. There had been something cold and desperate and sad about their coming together and he had tried to ask, but his childhood friend had merely grunted in response and did things to make him even forget what he had been talking about only seconds before. It was near sunrise when Shinji finally relented, leaving Akihiko to limp back to his room, take a warm shower and stare at the bruises and teeth marks in the mirror before he covered them up with his uniform. They ate breakfast together in total silence, but sometime afterward and just when he was stepping out the door he thought he heard Shinji mumble an apology. Akihiko did not ask him about it after - he had figured that he could have only imagined it.
The full moon came and went, and when the Dark Hour was done and the Kirijo Group’s men were cutting Shinji’s body open for the mandatory autopsy, Akihiko was left to sit on Shinji’s bed with his legs drawn up to his knees, remembering their last time, remembering the apology that was not an apology, wondering why he hadn’t known sooner. If he had figured it out, he would have never let it happen, and he wouldn’t have ever let Shinji touch him. Better to live with nothing than wake up to an endless beginning.
...Just a few more posts to go. Expect one up on the 24th in time for 31_days.