Week 3; (Mischief) Entries & Voting
Week Two Results
Writing
(1st) Katya; salt and unanswered prayers (7 votes)
(2nd) Jess; Bedtime Stories (0 votes)
Drawing
(1st) Kitsu; You're My Ocean (6 votes)
(2nd) Aly; Beach Gals (4 votes)
(3rd) Amber; He's IMMORTALIZING Me (0 votes)
Week: Three
Prompt: Mischief
Entries: 2 Fics, 2 Drawings
Voting: Vote by answering the poll. Comment in comments.
Warning: Sorry I'm late ;___; I know it's monday. You'll have to next sunday night, to make up for it for the next one. P.S. If you're going to use italics or bolds or ANYTHING please put the HTML coding in when you type your fics...I love you all, but I can't go in every week and put all your coding back in. It makes this take twice as long.
~~~~~~~~~~~WRITING ENTRIES~~~~~~~~~~~
Prompt: Mischief
Title: Untitled.
Author: Michelle (Ken)
Rating: PG 13
Characters/Pairings: Yamato, Hikari, Taichi, Takeru, Ken, Daisuke.
Mischief: Reckless or malicious behavior that causes discomfort or annoyance in others.
Daisuke sighed, flipping closed the dictionary. Hikari had been right - Ken was the definition of Mischief. Twenty-four hours ago, the Chosen may have disagreed, but Ken's actions last night had been nothing short of devious. And while Hikari's words had been meant to scare Daisuke away from Ken, it only poured fuel on the fire that was Daisuke's lust.
He'd been lying awake for over a half an hour since the chattering in the next room had stopped, passing the time by trying to match his breaths with the deep, sleep induced breathing of the man lying next to him. But now was the time - the time to prank.
Crawling over Ken as discreetly as possible, Daisuke lowered his feet to the floor, feeling around on the floor in an attempt to find a pair of shorts. On the off chance that someone was still awake out there they didn't need to see his boxers - though this was more of Ken's rule than Daisuke's modesty.
Pulling on a pair of shorts that were probably Ken's, Daisuke grinned and began to mentally prepare himself to “sneak”. Being quiet and unobtrusive was not in his nature.
Nearly jumping out of his skin when Ken's voice, not at all clouded by the confusion of sleep, purred right next to his ear, “What exactly are you going out there to do?”
Trying to explain his antics had been nerve-wracking, those amethyst eyes gazing at him with lust all the while. That really hadn't helped his nerves. Being the genius that he was, Ken quickly nixed a couple of the pranks that Daisuke had planned, for reasons that were all too obvious.
Keeping his voice hushed to prevent waking anyone up, Ken carefully sorted through the blur of words that was Daisuke's ideas. “Well, dipping people's fingers in warm water is... a bad idea. We don't want people to pee on our things. As far as the “freezing people's underwear” idea, it's... going to be a little difficult. Everyone is wearing their underwear.” The former Kaiser smiled, running his fingers down the length of Daisuke's neck affectionately. “And do you really want to waste chocolate by putting it down Taichi's pants?”
A little sheepishly, Daisuke shook his head, leaning into the comforting touch that Ken provided. “But that leaves like... the shaving cream prank. We can't do that to everyone.” He paused, laughing at the thought of everyone slapping themselves in the face with handfuls of shaving cream. Maybe they could...
“You're right, we can't.” Okay, maybe they couldn't.
“But here's what I think we should do...”
As silly as it sounded, this became one of the moments that made Daisuke think about how lucky he was to have Ken. Without him, Daisuke would have had a peed on couch, would have wasted chocolate by putting it down Daisuke's pants, and would've spent half the night trying to figure out how to get everyone's underwear off without them noticing...
Surely, not a productive way to spend the night.
Instead, he was with Ken. Who suggested the most brilliant plan of all.
“We prank ourselves, too.”
Daisuke gaped at the suggestion, very nearly beginning to shake his head before he allowed Ken to finish.
“We leave one or two people alone, prank everyone else and ourselves. That way, in the morning, everyone blames the people who remained unpranked...”
Throwing his arms around Ken, Daisuke almost shouted with glee before remembering they were supposed to be staying quiet. He sobered after a moment, realizing a problem. “I don't want to prank myself...”
Ken grinned, his fingers absently toying with the hair on the back of Daisuke's neck. “All that we have to do is doodle on our faces a little bit, Dai. We won't even use permanent marker on ourselves...”
And that's how it started. While they could have done much more (and much worse) pranks, they stuck to a few simple tasks: drawing on faces (permanent marker the choice of drawing untensil for the faces that were not their own), shaving cream in both hands, and they (with tongs, of course) took Taichi's gum out of his snoring mouth and placed it in someone else's.
They were all juvenile, innocent pranks. And yet Daisuke couldn't remember having more fun doing anything else.
While Ken had set about extracting Taichi's gum from his mouth, Daisuke was “pranking” himself. He had thought of the perfect idea - and, thusly, saved it for himself. After all, Takeru didn't deserve a penis mask. Leaning close to the mirror in the bathroom, the Chosen tried his best to make it look like he didn't draw it on himself.
He would have asked Ken to do it, but after proposing the “penis-mask” idea, Ken had vehemently refused to mar Daisuke's face with such a thing.
To be honest, he was going to have no problems drawing on Ken's face. But Ken wasn't getting a penis-mask. He was getting a fancy, curled mustache and a goatee.
...well, and penis-eyebrows.
Once he'd returned from the bathroom, Ken had began filling everyone's hands with shaving cream (save Taichi and Hikari), leaving the final task of Hitler-izing Takeru to Daisuke.
Whipping out the permanent marker that had been in his back pocket, Daisuke crouched down next to Takeru, silently praying that the blonde wouldn't wake up. He started with the tiny little mustache, quickly graduating to trying to colour each strand of fair hair black.
It got boring, fast. So, instead, he scribbled lines that were supposed to look like hair on the pale expanse of Takeru's forehead.
...it would take forever to wash all of that off.
The rest of the night had consisted of “pranking” Ken, with the not-permanent ink of course, and then, via a make-out session, smearing both their expertly drawn-on faces. It hadn't taken long for Daisuke to fall asleep, all the while thinking how great Ken was, just to wake up to the howling laughter of Taichi while Yamato cursed like a sailor.
“You... You had white stuff all in your hand so I had to do it, Yama. I had to!” Taichi crooned, doubling over in laughter as the blonde stalked off to the bathroom. By now Takeru was waking up, oblivious to the doodles scribbled all over his face.
This only made Taichi laugh more.
By the time Ken and Daisuke walked out of the room, frowning at the mess that was the other's face, Taichi couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. Ken's mustache had long worn off, while his “eyebrows” had remained pristine. The lines that were Daisuke's penis-mask were blurred faintly, but it was all too obvious what it was meant to be.
“What happened?” Ken growled, playing the part of the pranked perfectly. Daisuke couldn't help but fall into fits of giggles, using the excuse that even if someone had pranked him, this was too funny to ignore...
Stomping out of the bathroom, Yamato took in the sight of Ken and Daisuke's faces, the glare immediately sliding to Taichi - who had, by now, collapsed in his laughter. “I found your gum in my mouth.”
With that, the blame game had begun, all centering around Taichi. Who, to his credit, disagreed with the retort that he wouldn't have ever drawn on Yamato's face. Mostly because the blonde was scary.
Needless to say, no one believed him. After all, how was it that only he and his innocent sister had come out of it unscathed?
Ken played his part flawlessly, falling somewhere in between Yamato's rage and Daisuke's amusement with the whole debacle.
Absently touching his face, Takeru strolled towards the bathroom, letting out a cry of disbelief once he gazed into the mirror. “I have a meeting at the university in like... three hours!” With that, he locked the door, spending a good half an hour scrubbing his face raw in attempt to remove his new Hitler-esk features.
Apparently, he had an important meeting at the university today and didn't wish to go in disguise as Hitler.
As soon as Takeru had resurfaced from the bathroom, Yamato was dragging him out of the door, cursing Taichi's name the whole time. A much more sullen Taichi had followed, Hikari rubbing his back soothingly. Even she didn't appear to believe that Taichi was innocent.
The moment the door shut, Daisuke had fallen apart with raucous laughter, collapsing into Ken's waiting arms.
While the pair had quite enjoyed a good celebratory romp after their friends left, the cuddling had been interrupted by Hikari's accusing phone call. Apparently, she believed in Taichi's innocence now, blaming Ken for the whole thing.
And while it had been Daisuke's idea, he couldn't help but agree with her. If it weren't for Ken and his mischievous ways, the night would have been dull as dish water.
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Prompt: Mischief
Title: We Survive
Author: Jess (Iori)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Iori, Miyako
Warning: Beware the fluff friendship! Oh, and maybe OOC Miyako. I gave it my best.
AN: For the lovely Alana~! <3
There she was, sitting on the edge of the sandbox, idly drawing doodles in the sand with a twig. Her hair was haphazardly pulled up into pigtails, one tied low and falling out of the hair band and the other situated almost smack dab on the top of her head. She was tall for her seven years and her bright violet locks only added to her standing out. Not that she seemed to mind, what with her loud personality and infamous temper.
He waved to her as he neared, calling out to get her attention. “Miya! Hey, Miya!”
She pivoted to face him, smiling as she saw her friend and playmate. “Io-!”
“-ri!”
He blinked, startled out his memory, and whipped his head up; Miyako stood above him. Not much had changed over the years. She was still taller than average, bespectacled and hair in a less than perfect condition. Her hand-eye coordination had always been poor; his year-long absence couldn’t alter that.
“Hi,” he greeted her. Most of the awkwardness found in their first reunion had gradually been dispelled, but Iori was still cautious around his childhood friend. The last thing he wanted was to offend her in some way and wreak their still-mending friendship.
She plopped down beside him on the stone wall he’d taken residence on during his wait for her. “Been waiting long?”
“No, not really; fifteen minutes top.” Iori replied. “So, what wonderful adventure do you have planned for us today?”
“Ah ah!” Miyako warned, waggling a finger in his face. “That would be telling, and where’s the fun in that?”
The corner of Iori’s mouth twitched up as he fought a smile. “Yes,” he drawled, “I forgot how fun it is to wander around with no clue as to where you’re headed. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often.”
The older girl clicked her tongue in annoyance at her friend’s flip tone. “Shush, you, there’s no need for attitude.”
The brunet feigned innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She snorted at that. “That didn’t work when you where five and it certainly won’t work now.”
“Says the girl who never learned that lesson. How many times did you come up with the most disastrous plans, only to have them fail again and again and again. Oh, and again.” He chuckled behind his hand as Miyako’s face flushed with color and she squawked with outrage.
“I’ll have you know that some of those turned out great!”
He arched a slender eyebrow in question. “Oh, which? The time you kidnapped the class hamster and demanded a packet of gold stars as ransom? Or when you wanted to walk on the walls and ceiling so you put super glue on your shoes and ended up getting them stuck to the carpet, which ended with your parents having to buy all new carpet since they couldn’t get the shoes up? How about that time you were convinced gremlins lived in the TV? You know, where you ended up tearing it apart and then couldn’t put it back together?” He paused for a moment, trying to recall the more juicy scandals of their childhoods. “Oh! What about when you-”
“Enough!” The girl exclaimed, “I get it! I get it!”
“Really? I could go on; I have some great stories.” Iori teased, playfully nudging his friend with his shoulder. She pushed back, glaring at him playfully.
She warned, “You’d better watch it, mister, or you’ll end up as pretty, pretty princess again.”
Iori’s green eyes widened almost comically. “You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me,” The violet haired girl jibbed back. “And this time, I’ll make sure to capture it all on camera and show it around.”
The boy shuddered. “You are pure evil.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Miyako reached over to grab the cheek nearest her and pinched it between her fingers. Iori yelped at the abuse. “You have such a pretty face, though, Iori. You know… I think I might have some makeup in my bag.” She leaned over to reach for her bag, and Iori sprang away from her.
He was half way down the block before he deemed it safe to yell back at her. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you come near me with that stuff!”
She shrugged from her seat. “Protest all you like, Iori, but in the end I know where you live.”
Her smile widened dangerously, eyes gleaming with mischief, and that was when Iori put his running skills to good use. He knew that look, after all, and nothing good ever came from it.
Miyako took off after him.
Eventually, the older girl gained on her friend and she tackled him to the ground. They rolled; laughing the whole time until they came to a stop, sprawled out on the grass.
“Hey, Miya?” The five year old tilted his head up and back to look at his friend.
Miyako rolled over onto her stomach so that she could see Iori better. “Yeah?”
“We’ll always be friends, right?”
“Best friends!”
“Best friends,” he repeated in agreement.
“Always.”
~~~~~~~~~~~DRAWINGS~~~~~~~~~~~
Prompt: Miscief
Title: "Hey, Miya, can we borrow some shopping carts?"
Author: Amber (Taichi)
Rating: PG shenanigans!
Characters/Pairings: T-Squared (Tai and Tatum)
Warning: Warning for BRIGHT COLORS
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Prompt: Mischief
Title: Payback?
Author: Kitsu (Takeru)
Rating: R (to be safe)
Characters/Pairings: (past) Jun, Daisuke/Takeru
Warning: It's gross. REALLY gross. X_X; If it happened to me I'd kill my brother. Ew.
N/A: Made after I've been up 37 hours, during which I had 2 exams. So; brain decency failure. Forgive it, I've been driving it up the wall a lot. Oh right; Yuukichan is Jun's boa that Dai has hated from day one years back. ^^;
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